Mamacita aka MawMaw

“You think Lark … murdered someone …? That Lark?” Sloane shrugs. “Don’t know why you’re still sitting here when she’s probably slicing Claire’s face off to make into a kite, but it’s your bail money, I guess,” Rowan says, and in a heartbeat I’m halfway to the door. The sound of Rowan and Sloane’s laughter follows me out to the street.”
― Brynne Weaver, Leather & Lark

“For fuck’s sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

“I’m a serial killer who is fucking a serial killer at a murderous retreat. There’s nothing rational about any of this.”
― Lauren Biel, Sinners Retreat

“Rowan laughs and shakes his head before he takes a sip of his drink. “Unless you want to be bailing her out of jail, you’d better go get your wife.” I lean back in my seat and tap the ring on my index finger against my glass as I try not to look toward the door. My focus lands on Sloane instead, who masks her smile with a bite of food. A sinking feeling coats my chest. “What are you on about?” “Go get her before she knifes Claire, you bellend,” he says.”
― Brynne Weaver, Leather & Lark