You know,” Ricky began, “if you’re not busy tonight—”
Pointing at Ricky with her cell phone, the teen asked, “Are you our daddy?”
Disgusted, Ricky stated to the jackal, “Woman, there has to be an easier way for you to get rid of a man.”
“Perhaps, but I’ve found that there’s nothing quicker. “She winked at him, then gestured behind him with her chin. “And you may want to check on your brother—he’s still bleeding.”
“Yeah. I think Novikov nicked an artery . . . again.

Auteur: Shelly Laurenston