Badger to the Bone (Honey Badger Chronicles, #3)

by Shelly Laurenston

“He’s not in there,” she said, around the thing stinging her while she offered the bag’s contents to her cousin. He happily pulled out another live scorpion and immediately bit its head off. “I appreciate you taking a look, cousin.” “Well, I know MacKilligan luck. I swear all over the place he isn’t there, you leave, I go inside, and BAM! There he is.” “Yeah, that is our luck.” He swallowed the rest of the crunchy scorpion. “But if you hear from him . . .” “I’ll let you know. Unless Stevie sees him first.” “Oh, come on.” “You know how she is when it comes to our dad. And she knows what your dad is going to do to him. I can’t be the one who rats the fucker out if that happens. But if I see him and she hasn’t . . . I’ll call.” “Thanks.” He motioned to the plastic bag. The one that, to Zé’s horror, he now realized was a wiggling plastic bag. “Can I have a few more?” “Oh, here, take it. I have more in the basement.” “Aw, thanks, luv.” He walked off, waving as he went, another scorpion hanging from his mouth. Max smiled at Zé. “So,” she purred, “where were we?”

yeah -- that's a turn off *shudder*