"Stop your f*****g whining. He's dead, get over it. The b***h killed him and all you have left is revenge. I feel the same way about my sister. Both of them will pay along with their men."
We're in a dump of a motel room in a shithole town called Casa Grande, which is far enough away from Phoenix that Moon won't look here for a while. I need some time to regroup and I also need a man with Goose. One who can drive because this piece of s**t never learned. How you live in the United States without driving is f**k-all ridiculous.
"She'll pay," he says while clenching his fists and opening them repeatedly.
"Yes, she'll pay, blah, blah, blah and so will the black b***h with her. Your cousin was a dickhead for getting himself killed by a woman to begin with. Learn a lesson from this. Never tr
