Ebtehal Ahmad

“Liam, soon-to-be-fucking-dead, Callahan was walking down the stairs—my fucking stairs—with his sex hair high and his green eyes sharper than razor blades. He was beautiful, and I almost regretted the fact that I would have to put a bullet in his head and then smash it through a fucking wall.
-Melody G.”
― J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People

“That ticks me off!” She snapped. “Since when could you bribe me with treats like a fucking child.”
I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “So no smoothie then?”
“Mango, banana, orange and extra kiwi,” she replied before hanging up.”
― J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People

“Tell me it wasn’t fucking you, and you still get to come to the motherfucking wedding sweetheart...
Melody G.”
― J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People

“Interesting does not even begin to cover what happened today.” I said.
“My fiance shot me with my own gun.”
― J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People