Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean… hello? You're this beefy Irish white boy. He's like… bus exhaust or some shit.
He was taking another hit from his short-and-squat of Goose when his eyes skipped to the arched doorway of the room. Jane hesitated as she glanced inside, her white coat opening as she leaned to the s...
Rhage raised his hand. Pastor Ass-hat, I have a question. Yes, my son, you ARE going to hell. Lassiter made the sign of the cross and then looked around.
Tohrment spoke. Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days.Z jacked his head up. Why?He didn't give a reason- Tohr's eye's narrowed on...
Hollywood Expressed his inner Godzilla again V to Z
Man, Rhage is playin’ with fire, Butch said as he started to rack up the balls. I give Fritz thirty seconds before he’s—Here he comes. I’m going to pretend I’m not here. V took a swig of his Goose. Me...
Fritz hates dead bodies in the front hall.
Mary thought.
Will you get off me!But I'm giving you CPR-I will die before kissing you, Hollywood. Z tried to sit up, his breathing heavy. Don't even think about it.
V shook his head. Remember what you saw in that clearing, cop? How’d you like that anywhere near a female you loved?Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhage’s body...
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 yo...