You've been a bitch, goddess. That's over. From now on, you step when I say walk. You eat when I feed you...

Of course, no rocks in Los Angeles. You had to buy fucking rocks. Sick place, this, where you couldn't find a rock to break a window.

There is no world without you in it. Nothing. I'm not talking about despair. I've lost people. This isn't me being a child. There is one universe. Just one. And it's between us. If you destroy that universe, you destroy me. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Antonio straightened like a shot, straddling me. He took my hands from my face and filled my vision. The eye of the storm: a place of peace and calm, and the most dangerous space to be in. The eye made you complacent and comfortable, and the next minute, while you were enjoying the cloudless sky, you'd be swept into a violent wind.

I bet I hit .400 with your pussy on my lips.

My problems weren’t romantic. They were strictly professional and needed attending.

Don't put me in a position where I have to defend myself against this again.

He weaponized casual. Nothing showed you were too good all this shit like sneakers.

Good-bye. I’m sorry,” I said.“Don’t be sorry.” He stood straight, his chin proud and his shoulders relaxed. “This isn’t over.

What is your type?"I shrugged. "Non-existent.