I was done with all of the bullshit. If a male so much as looked at her too long from here on out, he'd have his belly slit open and I'd strangle him with his intestines before he got the chance to take another look. Part of me thought that Goldie would probably like that. Nah, she would fucking love it. That's what I enjoyed about her. On the outside, she projected this innocence, this... purity. Which was absolutely a part of who she was... but then there was this other part—the crazy part. The part that was filthy, sexy, depraved, and bloodthirsty when the situation called for it.
