“Some do.”
“I’d slit her fucking throat.”
Easton drew in a breath and pursed his lips. “For liking the song?”
“Isn’t it for Kendall?”
“It is.”
“Then why the fuck would I hurt her for liking that fucking song? I meant a bitch who said her cunt belonged to me then opened it for another motherfucker’s cock.”
“Ahh.”
“I’d never hurt Kendall. She’s my queen. Life goals.”
“She and Meggie are best friends.”
Bash frowned. “Seriously?”
“Quite.”
“Fuck. That complicates shit.”
“Didn’t you tell me you didn’t know what you wanted to do with Meggie?”
“I still want to fuck her. And kill her. I just won’t dismember her.”
“I see.”
“But, fuck, if it upsets Kendall—”
“It would crush her.”
Bash winced. “Goddamn. I guess it’s a good thing we have the meeting planned. I can ask her about that little twat.”
Bash’s flip-flopping was fucking headache inducing.
“About Molly.”
“You won’t shut the fuck up about that little cunt, will you, boy? Are you sure it’s fucking altruism and not a fucking case of her young pussy feeling so fucking good you want to sink into it when she’s fucking present and healthy?”
“Absolutely not.”
“By the way, shemightget physically healthy? Mentally. Never. That bitch was gone way before she got goner.” Bash guffawed at that stupidity. “Turning a drug baby into a drug addict is kind of poetic justice, wouldn’t you say?”
“Nope.”
“You’re as much of a sourpuss as Dee Dee.”
“I don’t know this woman—”
“Ain’t a cunt. It’s Diesel. Your cousin. My nephew.”
“You call himDee Dee?” Easton couldn’t help but laugh. “Does he know?”
“He hates it. No fucking fun,” Bash scoffed. “But a bad motherfucker. Absolutely insane. One of the most arrogant motherfuckers I’ve ever met. For instance, I told him to give Tabitha a chance for six months. Still hasn’t moved back to the condo. He thinks he knows best. He’s going to get that cunt fucked up.”
“Which cunt?”
