Why aren’t you fighting back?” Blake finally asked one night as Beckett lay on his bed.
“I told you not to come the fuck out there, didn’t I?” Beckett hissed.
“I like the woods,” Blake said. “I don’t like knowing what he does to you.
If I watched your church burn down, would you kill me?”
Cole looked suspicious. “No, and that’s a bizarre question.”
“If I watched Kyle die, would you kill me?”
Cole’s eyes practically glowed red.
Beckett nodded. “You might already have the answer to what’s hurting you.
It was nice of you to help that ungrateful little girl out.” Blake unloaded his belongings onto his bed.
“Ah, I’ve got a soft spot for kids. They’re so fucking little.
He kept messing with her, trying to get her to sleep with him, but Eve had yet to do anything but tease him. In a world full of whores and junkies, not getting laid was a huge turn-on.
Debra AnastasiaHave you ever seen such an ugly damn cat?” Beckett had said with a wry smile. “Aren’t kittens supposed to be all cute and shit?” He liked this kid.
Debra AnastasiaRick’s a beater. He likes it. When I first got here, he beat all the kids. I told him I wanted to take it for everybody.” Beckett had shrugged like he’d just eaten the last cookie. “I’m a big fucking bastard. I can handle it.
Debra AnastasiaThe next evening, Beckett had waited for Rick in his usual spot, head down and hands clasped in front like a condemned army cadet. As Rick approached, the sound of a solid punch suddenly snapped Beckett to attention. Blake stood in front Beckett with his arm in obvious recoil from the blow he’d landed on Rick.
But instead of starting a brawl, Blake had assumed Beckett’s position, hands holding one another in submission. “I’d like to take Beckett’s beatings for tonight, if that would be acceptable,” he said.
Number 198 was wonderful too. Blake had watched a good-looking and ridiculously pretentious guy hit on Livia. The fancy man dropped expensive name after name as he showed her all his accessories. When he finally pulled out his wallet to show her a “highly desirable luxury credit card” Livia had rolled her eyes in Blake’s direction with smile number 198. He’d had to swallow a snicker when he heard her tell the fancy man she was debt free and didn’t even have credit cards.
Blake knew that was a lie because he’d seen her pay for tickets with a card at the train station. That made number 198 a secret joke between just the two of them.
By the time she got there, she knew Blake had been right. She sounded like a herd of buffalo in the wild.
Debra AnastasiaAnd practice this: ‘Yo no soy una puta.’” Kyle said the words in an angry, accented voice.
Livia raised a sensitive, red, now-thin eyebrow at her sister.
“It means ‘I am not a hooker’ in Spanish. And you already know it in English, so you should be good.
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