Damaged Vows (The Crowley Mafia Family)

by B.B. Hamel

“You’re not supposed to say something like that. I mean, I hated her, but I’m still mourning.” “I’m very serious. Fuck your dead nana. If she made you feel like you can’t do something, I hope she rots.” With that beautiful sentiment, he leans down and kisses me.

This bottle’s worth, what, three hundred dollars? And here you are drinking it like gutter wine.”