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I was a sick bastard for being turned on by guys with guns.
she had me fawning all over her tight body, only to pull out a gun. That was fucking hot.
“I doubt we’ll be attending any parties, Soph. This is gang warfare, not fucking Gossip Girl.”
“If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to take it as an invitation,” I said casually, not really expecting an answer.
“Ugh, stop,” she scoffed. “I remember I hate you every time you open your mouth.”
It bothered me that he didn’t give me any qualifying title. Sadie was one of the riders. I was just me. I mean, what was he supposed to say, I guess. “This is Raegan. She’s from a rival gang and we’ve kind of kidnapped her, but are also using her to potentially steal money and/or information. She can’t ride bikes, but she can shoot you in the head.”
I was pissed he took my guns because I was going to murder this tactless bitch and I didn’t want to bruise my knuckles.
“You’re hot when you're all murdery, Little Thief. Love the violence.”
Making someone scream was the best adrenaline rush in the world. I never got bored.
Goddamn, he may have been literally fucking evil, but if he were anyone else, I would’ve fucked him right there just for bragging rights. Then I’d take out a billboard with his picture and say, “Look what I did!”
Broken clocks are right twice a day you know.”
“You’re going to come for us, Firecracker, and know just how much we own you.”
“Rabbit, you have no idea how scary I can be.”
“I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say you want me to touch you.”
“Not finding you was never an option. I would burn down the entire city to get you back.”
“You need a fucking therapist, dude.” “No, I need to kill The Hatter, put my mother in a home, and spend an entire week shit-faced fucking a revolving door of porn stars.”
He had no fucking idea what he was talking about. I had no problems. I was doing fucking outstanding. One hundred percent A1 every fucking day of the year.
“Sorry I’m late, Darling.” She bent and gave Nico an air kiss on each cheek. “Don’t lie, Mother,” he snapped. Giovanna smiled as she sat down, pulled a gun out of her purse, and placed it on the table. “Fair enough.” “Gigi,” my father greeted her gruffly. “James. Mary. I would say it’s good to see you, but I’ve just been chastised for lying.”
“We’re going to hunt down every single last one of you that tried to steal her from us.” His voice was edged, and a shiver ran down my spine. “And enjoy cutting you up and making you scream until all of you learn the lesson that you don’t fuck with the Gentlemen, and you definitely don’t fuck with what’s ours.”
