He swiveled his head towards Eddie. "Tell me how to get over to the Four Lads. Do I have to die again?"
If he did, he had a Beretta on him and he knew what kicking the bucket from a gunshot was like. Snore.
"Don't bother." Adrian cracked his knuckles. "They're not going to tell you anything. They can't."
What the fuck? "I thought I worked for them."
"You work for both sides, and they've given you all the help they can."
Jim looked back and forth between the two angels. Each of them had the tight expression of a guy with a shoestring noosing up his balls.
"Help?" he said. "Where's my goddamned help?"
"They gave you us, asshole," Adrian snapped. "And that's all they can do--I've already gone over and asked them who's supposed to be next. I figured it would help you, you ungrateful bastard.
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husband and my family and the better half of WriterDog. Prologue
J.R. WardTag: kindlehighlight
The staircase that was revealed was lit with a soft red glow.
I feel like I'm walking down into a porn movie," V muttered as they took the steps with care.
Wouldn't that require more black candles for you," Zsadist cracked.
At the bottom of the landing, they looked left and right down a corridor carved out of stone, seeing row after row of...black candles with ruby color flames.
I take that back," Z said, eyeing the display.
We start hearing chick-a-wow-wow shit," V cut in, "can I start calling you Z-packed?"
Not if you want to keep breathing.
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What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary
J.R. WardTag: black-dagger-brotherhood rhage lover-eternal mary-luce
Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.
J.R. WardTag: vishous
Do not kill him. That shit would totally bum Jane out.
J.R. WardTag: vishous
Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here.
J.R. WardTag: butch
If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you.
J.R. WardTag: vishous
Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan."
"Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company.
Well . . . in the words of Vishous, want in one hand, shit in the other? See what you get most of.
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