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113 pages, ebook
First published February 28, 2015

We're kidnapping a teenager. We should be wearing balaclavas and overalls, not fucking Armani suits."















"Who the fuck is this woman? My dick wants to find out. The rest of me? I'm not so sure.
She's so unhinged, she's almost...scaring me."...


















"You know who I am, sweetheart. I'm the enemy."

"We're kidnapping a teenager. We should be wearing balaclavas and overalls, not fucking Armani suits."."
"We're not done yet, Angry girl".






I might be a person nobody knows, a girl with my face turned down to the pavement so nobody sees me, but I see them. I see all of them. I hear them.



















Pigs are an excellent way of clearing up a mess. They'll eat anything. Accountants. Pimps. Prostitutes. Your progeny, if they crash a car on the George Washington bridge and allow the teenage daughter of your sworn enemy to escape.
People say drowning is a peaceful way to die. But I've been drowning for nine months, and I can tell you, there's nothing peaceful about clawing at the air in front of you every time you wake up in the morning unable to breathe, trying to stay afloat.
"You aren't a damsel in distress sweetheart. you nearly killed me."
"You wanna go another round? I feel like I was a little off my game before. What with just having been in a car crash and all."
I've got that feeling in my gut. The one that tells me I'll be emptying my clip before the day's finished. Hopefully into somebody else, and not into my own skull.




