“Last bible thumper tried to save me got a blowjob. One before that got a punch in the face. Which you in the market for?”
twitchy, disdainful of my riot of curls, torn jeans, and bruises, the
woman held her ground. “I represent someone with a proposal for you.”
“Blowjob it is.”
She sniffed. “He is above such things.”
I snorted. “No man is.”
“He is not… like others.” Truth, if tissue-thin.
He emerged from the limo, shining like a god, smirking like the devil.
“Shit,” I whispered. “Another fucking angel.”
“It is time, daughter.”
They’d finally caught me.