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I’m trying to navigate a secret plural relationship long distance, with a mobster’s son, a murderous billionaire’s son, and a rock star.
AS A FIRST RELATIONSHIP 😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣
“What the actual fuck is wooing?” Harley sounds appropriately disgusted.
“If you're trying to warn us off, it's not going to work. We've never agreed to anything as quickly as when we agreed to share you. I'm not planning on wooing you, I'm planning on doing whatever I need to do to get to keep you.”
“I want us to keep you. I don't want you all to myself, I want to share you with my best friends and I want you to love every fucking second of it.”
I’m a bigger monster than you because I don't give a fuck who you've killed or why you did it. In fact, from here on out I’m helping you bury the bodies.”
“Her stash,” says Harley and he's so smug. He loves knowing more about me than the others.
She bites her lips and stares at the metal box with lusty eyes. “I solemnly swear I'm up to no good.” “Nerd.”
Avery pouts as she carefully packs the diamonds back into the safe. “I don't want boring old diamonds. I want priceless, blood-soaked, favor diamonds.”
