“Chat with someone else either come in or get lost,” Allen barked at him, and just like that, the asshole let go before wandering into the back door of the Bunny Rabbit. When he stepped behind me, it took all my effort not to gag. I hated the rough sandpaper sound of it almost as much as I hated the gallon of Axe body spray he dipped himself in every night before coming out. What did I tell you about messing with my girls?” I knew that voice. “I’m off the clock, but if you’re looking for a friend, I suggest you head inside.” I took a deep breath and ripped my arm away. Men around here were like wild dogs, and if you made eye contact, you’d have to beat them back with a stick. I still didn’t look at him instead I stared at the taxis as they passed. “Hey, bitch!” He grabbed on to my arm and pulled me to him. “Hey! Sweetheart, please don’t tell me you’ leavin’?” “Damn it’s cold,” I muttered to myself, zipping my leather jacket up to my neck, hugging my arms around myself as I waited on the corner. However, since they left me in a crack house somewhere on Fremont Avenue, I’m pretty sure their bar wasn’t very high to begin with…but a girl can dream right? After all, the only thing I had left was my stupid dreams. I never met my parents, but I’d like to think they would have wanted more for me than just stale peanuts, glitter pushup bras, and body shots.
“Life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.” I would never have written this book without you all!
Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.įormatting by Elaine York/Allusion Graphics, LLC/Publishing & Book Formatting The characters and events depicted in this book are fictitious. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without prior written consent of the author except where permitted by law.
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