Chapter Five“Jesus Christ, honey, what happened to your face?” Jan asked Marbella with concern once she sat at the dinner table and removed her Chanel shades. Her eye was red webbed and swollen with a bluish black ring around it.
“Someone did a number on you, honey.” Andrea held Marbella by the chin as she examined her shiner. She was a cute, petite thing with long sandy brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. She had a beauty mark above her lip and big silicone breasts that looked to weigh more than she did. Andrea had a big mouth and an even bigger heart. She was as skilled with a razor as she was with a gun.
“I wish you’d tell me what motherless-f**k dared to put her mitts on you, so I can bash her face in,” Jan stated before taking a sip of wine and swirling it around inside of
