The Woof Pack

by A. Bean

He turned my hand left and right, analyzing it before lifting it to his mouth and encompassing my finger with his lips.

WOAH

That was a lie. I thought Iyana would like the all-black puppy,

He pulling out guns, for a PET???

I am still a man of God,

NIGGA??

“It’s just those pointed nails, the makeup, the appealing clothes.” I fought the urge to groan at her and cleared my throat instead. “The pretty smile.”

You're SO pretty you can't be a christian, what??

It’d been two weeks since Vito and I embraced, and my body hadn’t stopped aching for his warmth. I didn’t know an embrace could feel like that. Like someone had set a fire in his heart, and the flame had somehow reached out and licked up my own heart.

HO IS U COOL?

“Vito, I’m not unhappy here.” I didn’t know what I was saying.

HUH?

But if she ever returned to the real world, no one wanted her.

what kind of father is he?????

I froze. His answer almost made me fire just out of pure shock—not anger.

WHAT

“This is my tower, and you are my princess.”

he ate with that one little thing

“I am a man of God.”

you are a DEVIOUS man, that's what you are