Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original.

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.