“Damn right it won’t. That leprechaun f**k took Elena from me. He’s notgoing to get anywhere near Wren or my son.” I unleash my right hook intothe stone, feeling the satisfying crunch of skin splitting and hot bloodflowing past my knuckles. “I’ll make sure of that.”
SYRAH: update: he was so not worth the Brazilian.
I snort with laughter and check the time. 10:00 P.M. I’m usually asleep bynow, but my body’s hopped up on sugar and restlessness.
WREN: finished with your date already, huh?
SYRAH: the highlight of the night was the espresso martini I had atdinner. i shouldve had a few more. might have helped keep me awakeduring the s*x.
SYRAH: im considering drawing a map to my c**t with turn-by-turninstructions next time. maybe that’ll help.
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