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Before Scarlett got too attached, I should’ve killed him myself. I’m worried that it’s too late now.
Bohnes is hilarious.
Oh, how I love this woman, I think, wetting my lips and swallowing past my grief. Not for Lemon. As I said, I won’t miss her even if I do pity her. But Scarlett? I can barely stand to see my woman cry; it kills me.
She need but ask, and I’ll tame for her. Well, sort of.
After all, tonight is clearly an emergency exception. I’ll forever be stuck with
the image of Ash Kelly in the driver’s seat of my Chevelle. Bile rises in my throat, but I swallow it back.
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
risky. I just needed … a piece of my old life. A piece of Papa. Anything to escape the nightmare that has become my reality.
😭😭😭😭
“Plain fruits and vegetables only,” Bohnes amends, since he’s been doing the shopping for Alexei. “And bottled water.” “Where are you keeping him?” I ask, as if Alexei’s a hamster or something.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
“You’re far too young to be inquiring about such things. Go study and be less delinquent,”
“Bro, you’re nineteen.” I hook a thumb in Widow’s direction. “He’s seventeen. He handled it better than you.”
Sometimes I forget they are kids
“Scarlett, the length of my cock is on a strictly need to know basis.”
“I read a reverse harem book last night,” is what he says to me in greeting. “Two of them, actually. Is that what you really think you’re getting out of us?”
Alexei waltzes up beside me, lifts a gun that I wasn’t aware that he had, and blows the guy’s brains out. Just like that. That quick. Red spatters my face as I blink in surprise, staring down at the body as it slumps over in the seat.
Didn’t know he had it in him
Bohnes sighs heavily, speaking before I get a chance to. “This job better turn out the way it’s supposed to,” he murmurs, moving over to stand in front of me. “If I’d known he was just going to shoot him, I’d have set this up differently.”
🙈🙈🙈🤣🤣🤣 he’s like Dexter
me. He’s a legend. I wonder if he knows that? I wonder if he knows that, in the not-so-distant future, five boys will form a gang called Havoc. That they’ll wear painted skeleton faces on Halloween, paying homage to Bohnes without ever mentioning his name.
I love this 🥹🥹🥹
Because, in Prescott, even years later, people will know who Bohnes is. They’ll know Widow. They’ll certainly know Ash Kelly and Alexei Grove. But they won’t talk about any of it. Never, ever.
Interesting
“When?” Basti demands, looking at me as if I’ve betrayed him.
I hate how she stalls here.
It wasn’t because I didn’t trust them that I didn’t tell them right away. I didn’t want to face the truth of it, didn’t want to believe it was real.
Sweat is pouring down the sides of my face as I climb out of the Pantera, having won yet another race against my besties. Nisha and Bastian both look like they want to kill me. I don’t blame them. I led us all to the track and then I engaged them both in several races—one on one, and both at the same time—and I kicked their asses. Over and over again.
I didn’t understand this tbh. Made the situation annoying
“He doesn’t hate you, Scar. He trusted you, and you broke that trust. You’ll have to work on earning it back.”
Stunich really knows how to annoy us
“I’m Adrian Lawless, your granddaughter’s boyfriend.” Oh, for fuck’s sake. This boy …
I should’ve just put my trust in them from the very beginning.
Ya.
“I wish.” A smile teases my lips as I look over at her, hardly daring to believe that this is even happening. All of that reading, all of those romance novels, they’re really coming in handy.
I lift up a hand, palm facing toward him. “No, please save yourself the trouble. I’ve already been forced to listen to Widow’s undying spiel of devotion
🤣🤣🤣🤣
