News flash, lady. There are no queens anymore,โ Shane said. He loaded shells in a shotgun and snapped it shut, then searched for a place to strap it on that didnโt interfere with the flamethrower. โNo queens, no kings, no emperors. Not in America. Only CEOs. Same thing, but not so many crowns.
Rachel CaineHey, Mikey? You get her hurt and I'll end you." "You let anything happen to Eve and I'll do the same," Michael said. He'd just finished kissing Eve, too. "While you're at it, don't get yourself killed, either, bro." "Ditto. And don't kiss me.
Rachel CaineGreat," Shane said. "Look i'd rather not be on janitorial duty. I have allergies to cleaners." "And to cleaning," Michael said. "Look who's talking, Didn't the do one of those Animal Planet documentaries about the roaches in your room?
Rachel CaineMichael patted him on the shoulder. โI like this plan,โ he said. โYou and Eve, picking up cake and flowers, and you canโt even say a word. Should be tons of fun.โ Shane almost choked, and gave Michael a sideways glare. Michael sent him a hundred-watt smile in returnโno fangs, which was probably for the best.
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