“oi, bebê,” She looked past Cherish, which confused her, and she turned to face me at the same time mama slid me her sharpest knife. Snatching the knife, I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back, staring into her eyes. “não meus meninos.” She shrieked, as I slid the knife across her neck easily as slicing up butter for my pancakes. The blood beautifully slid down her neck onto the blade as the life slowly left her eyes, and I held her hair in my hands.
mina is so badass
