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"Giancarlo, the one who fucks his hammer, has a baby?" Benito's face scrunched up in disgust. "He doesn't fuc—" Harlow nodded. "Yeah, that one."
"Can you say without a doubt Gin doesn't do things with that hammer?"
"You looked like you wanted to punch Gin. I'm telling you, it's a bad idea. He has the most punchable face out of all of us, but it doesn't mean he's easy." "Except for in the bedroom. I'm a willing participant."
I'd watched way too many movies to know that I wouldn't survive a single moment of torture. I would roll over so fast, it would be impressive.
"You married the psycho." "Forced marriage," he grunted. "Not the second time."
They were in some kind of silent battle of wills. Cool, great, I loved that for them. Except I didn't and I was going to piss my pants if they kept it up!
For half a second, I thought it would say Bottom, the name I had saved in my phone for Quincy.
lmao
You better still be alive. I haven't punched you in the face enough yet.
Being a parent isn't easy. You have to schedule murder and what not."
"Is he dead?" We looked down at Daiki and then back at Minato. "Nah, he's just taking a little nap. You know, studies show that losing blood helps with insomnia. Want to join in on the study?"
The more Harlow spoke, the more I was certain my friend had lost the little bit of brain cells he had left.
"How would that work, Quincy? Two bottoms don't go together." His head tilted as he grinned at me. "What are we supposed to do? Bump assholes? I mean, we couldn’t even scissor, that’s for the lesbians, according to Melony. What would we even call that? You know who might know the answer? That annoying fucker, Giancarlo.”
"Sorry," I said, a little grin tugging at my lips. "Just hitting Quincy." "Oh," Harlow said. "Well, that's a relief. I thought we were getting jumped or something."
"So smoke," I said quietly. "If it helps you, I’m not going to take it away." Quincy shook his head. "You settle my mind more than the weed ever has." Fuck. If he kept saying shit like this, I was going to end up getting pregnant.
Another Vitale brother thinking he can get pregnant lmfao
Quincy pouted. My heart squeezed, and right then and there, I realized I had a soft spot for absolute dumbasses. He was the king of them.
He loves me? Was he stupid? Maybe Blake had tripped and hit his head on the way out of here. It wasn't impossible, it was slippery as fuck outside. January was a bitch; we had more negative degree weather where it felt like even the blood coursing through my veins froze the moment I stepped out the door. "Yeah, that's it," I muttered to myself.
York: It's feeling more and more like we're the wives... Ash: Tex:
Ash: 😁 tex: 😫
There was nothing more relaxing than being covered in the blood of your enemies.
"Baby girl, we're in this together. Life, death, and crime."
