J.J. McAvoy

“Because you are a floozy, a manky, a whore, a woman of no importance or brains with nothing to note but a good ass and a deep throat.”

Rule Three: Just because you sell drugs for a living isn’t an excuse not to dress well.

“Holy shitcock, motherfucking damn,”

“I am a grown man, Mother.”

Her green eyes narrowed. “Real grown men don’t use hookers.”

while you are at it, go find your balls before I see you again.”

Should you fail, seek comfort in your mother, for you won’t find any in me.”

Whatever choice I made, he would back me up here and bitch at me at home.

“So, this is the man behind the bitch?”

“Be a good fiancée and tell your pets to leave, or I will put them down, sweetheart.”

“Second.” He brushed his thumb over my lips. “The moment the ink touched that fucking paper, you were mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to fucking command, and mine to put in your fucking place.”