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“Did you tell the doctor how to do your surgery?” “Of course not.” “Then why are you telling the contract killer whether he killed a man or not? Caleb’s wounds were barely more than scratches.”
ok funny man
They were surveillance-style photos, grainy and weird-colored, obviously not taken on a regular camera. Because they’d been taken in the middle of the night. In the almost pure darkness. Two men kissing outside a bowling alley when they’d thought no one was around.
THIS IS SO FUCKING MESSY I LOVE IT
Nash, Scythe, and War were on him before his hand even came close. They dragged him back, slamming him into a seat so hard the wood cracked. Scythe looked to me, his eyes wild, barely in control, just begging me to give him permission to go further.
TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK BABYYY
Janice still talks about how he was the best pimp she ever had.” I blinked. “What?”
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
“You know what you have to do, right, son?” My fingers tightened around the gun on my lap. I nodded. “Kill him.”
FUCKING. FUCK. THIS IS NOT GOOD.
Police cars swarmed Psychos’ parking lot, megaphones blaring for everybody to get on the ground.
WHAT
Our gazes locked. Bliss had enough drugs in there to go away for years.
im gonna shit my pants right now
