It had been about two hours since I arrived I was now polishing of my 3rd bottle of whiskey. Now you may be wondering how the hell I was not passed out on the floor after three bottles of whiskey well to be honest I don't know. During the time I was sat on counter I had manged nearly shoot two drunk jocks, have a fight with a barbie who fought she was the shit ( ended very quickly) and sort out a business deal with a old friend. My phone buzzed. "Fuck sake what now" I mumbled as I reached in my back pocket. It was dad ? Why's he texting me at this time ? I read the text as I reached to get a new bottle of whiskey. "Blake I'm off I'm in trouble wring this number ******* and tell them your my daughter OK ?"
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The Badgirl And The Ten Boys
Художественная прозаBlake winter is as as cold as her name. Her steely green eyes cut like glass. Blake is not the avrage girl she's one of the badest bitches out there the only thing she truly loves is her motorbike, gun and tattos. Until one day she's forced to live...
