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

by Shelly Laurenston

Okay, there was one thing that Zé did really like about being around his “own kind,” as Max called them. Their reaction to him. Specifically, their reaction to his attitude. Since childhood, everyone around him had made it very clear they didn’t like it. There were comments on his report cards, his grandfather heard about it in parent-teacher conferences, his commanding officers told him often “you have to work on your attitude, Vargas.” He’d heard it so much for so long, he’d gotten used to it. But here, among these people . . . ? His attitude didn’t seem to faze any of them. He enjoyed that.

totally get it.. always been told I have an attitude issue

“Are you fucking kidding me? She didn’t mean you!” Charlie shrugged. “I kind of meant them. Wouldn’t do to have witnesses.”

She said it was wrong. Morally. But you know what? I think she was wrong. I think I absolutely should have killed my own father. I should have! I really should have!”

we all have that relative.. that one that makes us crazy

We’ve all got family members that make us want to go back in time to destroy that particular bloodline.”

facts!!! 💯💯💯💯

“By the way . . . smaller cats don’t usually fuck with bigger ones. It’s a tiny matter of survival.” “You fucked with ’em.” “Of course I did. I’m not a cat. I’m a fuckin’ honey badger and by this claw”—she held her hand up—“I fuckin’ rule.”