“Nice breakfast, biker bitch,” Jasper says to her. “I always knew you liked sausage.” Chay picks up one of the brats in her fingers and takes a ferocious bite off the end, chewing loudly in Jasper’s face. “I only like big, thick sausages,” she says coolly. “From what I hear, you’ve barely got an Oscar Meyer weenie.” “Big enough to choke you when I shove it down your throat, you fucking whore,” Jasper hisses, his nose almost touching hers. “Fucking try it and see what happens,” Anna says furiously from Chay’s other side.
