I’d gone heavy on the black eye makeup until raccoons and I could pass for cousins.

Bones has always been smart," I muttered. "His intelligence was just camouflaged under a mountain of p**sy." Cat

You messed with the wrong white girl, motherfucker!” Tyler shouted.

There is no way I’m going out in public like this!” It seemed while I was being tormented at the salon, Bones had been out shopping. I didn’t ask where he got the money from, images of old folks with their necks bleeding and their wallets missing dancing in my head. There were boots, earrings, push-up bras, skirts, and something he swore to me were dresses but only looked like pieces of dresses.

Am I the only one who has wood over that little vixen?

All of you, leave," Vlad responded curtly. "That's not nice," I mumbled. "You should talk to them before you bite them, too. Common curtesy.

You can hear my dreams? God, you must never get any quiet. I'd be shooting myself in the head if I were you.