Lassiter came in alone, likely because Doc Jane had returned to the Pit. And the angel was naked as a jaybirdโฆ and just frickinโ fine. No bullet holes, no scars, no contusions. โYou keep looking at me like that and youโd better buy me dinner afterward.
J.R. WardYou know you were with the lessers, true?" Butch lifted one of his busted-up hands. "And here I thought I'd been to Elizabeth Arden.
J.R. WardOften people with fine countenances and fit bodies were mistakenly assumed by others to have the brains to match.
J.R. WardJust don't go out fighting. I don't need to know where you're going, that's your biz. But if you get yourself killed, I got ninety-nine problems and you're the biggest one of them." Rehv to John
J.R. WardMoments later a huge male with a cropped mohawk came out. Rehvenge was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit and had a black cane in his right hand. As he came slowly over to the Brotherhood's table, his patrons parted before him, partly out of respect for his size, partly out of fear from his reputation. Everyone knew who he was and what he was capable of: Rehv was the kind of drug lord who took a personal interest in his livelihood. You crossed him and you turned up diced like something off the Food Channel.
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