sweet desire

maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes. rayanne giovanna ricci. 28.

[rayxricci]

jmorrow​ !

Post-Katrina

Location: Jasper’s House

@rayxricci​

Destruction seemed to come in waves, and tonight Jasper felt as though he was drowning in its wake. Martin had been a friend– a brother– and the shock of his death was still battering into him hours later. Rage often felt so much like clarity, but now that the initial spark of it had dwindled down into a low glowing ember, it left room for the hurt nestled inside his chest, and Jasper didn’t know what to do or where to begin in making any of it right. He was at a loss– numb. He just knew he couldn’t break– especially not in front of her. There was a common misconception about who he was supposed to be, about how he was supposed to act when a Devil’s kutte was hugged tight around his shoulders. And it wasn’t anything like the broken man he was right now. He’d been conditioned early on to believe that vulnerability was a liability in the life he’d chosen, that men like him weren’t supposed to fall apart– they were supposed to pull themselves up by their bootstraps and march on with their fists clenched and ready for a fight. But for the first time in his life, Jasper didn’t feel like fighting back. Not tonight.

Glancing up from his glass of whiskey when he heard the shower cut off, Jasper knocked back the rest of his drink and forced himself off the couch and into the kitchen for a refill. Ignoring the clock on the wall, he pulled an extra glass down from the cabinet for her and filled it. It was late, but he doubted he could sleep even if he tried– not when he saw Martin’s lifeless face every time he closed his eyes. Shaking the image from his mind, Jasper twisted around and suddenly felt that firm resolve he’d held onto for years break apart when he saw her.

Unleashing a shaky breath, Jasper cracked a small smile for the first time since Martin had been discovered. For how beautiful she’d been at the ball, nothing compared to seeing her like this. Jasper lifted a brow; was that his t-shirt? With whiskey on his breath and glassy eyes, the biker swallowed up the space between them and hugged his arms around her, gently tugging her close against his chest. “Are you okay?” He asked in a low whisper, running his fingers through her hair. For a moment, all he wanted to do was hold her and remind himself that despite everything that had happened, they were still here. Blowing out a long sigh, he tipped his head against hers, “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

Easing back, he dropped his hands down to her waist and frowned, “I know you’re still upset with me.” He didn’t expect her to toss their little spat aside because someone was dead. She wanted answers– answers Jasper didn’t know how to give her. He’d grown so used to shouldering the weight of all the things he’d done that the thought of sharing it with anyone else scared the shit out of him. But Martin’s death had helped to put it into perspective for him and he wanted to try. He didn’t have a choice– he needed her. Friends with benefits, fuck buddies– whatever they wanted to call it, he’d gotten too used to her grounding presence, and he wasn’t willing to let his secrets push her away. “I wanna make that right.” Reaching for the whiskey he’d poured her, he handed it over and leaned back against the kitchen counter with a blustery sigh, “I’ll tell you anything you wanna know.”

nobody could’ve been prepared for what happened at the ball, despite the suspicions many of them felt about the security of the event. the masks & a crowded room had them on edge, but not a single person was ready for the devastation that ensued. naturally, rayanne had no idea how she was supposed to react. should she scream ? cry ? put on a brave face & act like she was totally fine ? that seemed like the best option. as much as she’d wanted to stay mad at jasper, she knew she had to put that behind her & focus on the matter at hand, doing whatever she could to help.

it had been a long night & she didn’t think she’d ever appreciated a hot shower as much as she did right now. she didn’t particularly feel like getting back into her dress & since she hadn’t come prepared with a change of clothes, she opted for one of jasper’s t-shirts, figuring he probably wouldn’t mind. with a quiet sigh, she made her way into the kitchen , not saying a word as he wrapped his arms around her — simply letting herself relax against his body as she hugged her own arms around his torso. she nodded gently in response to his question, a faint smile curving onto her lips as he ran his fingers through her hair. “ yeah, i’m okay. ” she breathed out, though she wasn’t entirely sure how convincing that sounded. “ no, i’m sorry that you lost a friend today. don’t worry about me. ”

she shook her head as she looked up at him, suddenly feeling a little guilty for even picking a fight with him in the first place. “ i’m not upset with you, jasper. it’s just — i’ve done the whole being secretive thing before & it didn’t exactly end well. ” she explained, tone gentle as she spoke. taking the glass from him, she eagerly took a sip — using the moment to think carefully about what she was going to say next. “ look, i didn’t mean to blow up at you the way i did. it was unnecessary & really i have no right to be acting like that. it’s just hard not to think the worst, y’know ? ” that much was obvious. she’d never made much of an effort to hide how often she worried about those she cared about, no matter how many times they told her not to. “ i’m not saying you have to tell me every damn thing — just keep me in the loop so i don’t go insane. ”

[rayxricci]

jenniferyoung​ !

location: jenny’s home status: closed tags: @rayxricci​

“if happiness came in a bag,” closing the door once she’d accepted the take out food, she held it up and beamed a grin towards rayanne. “chinese food is a god send. don’t tell me i’m alone when i say i could eat chinese food on a loop for the rest of my life?” she chuckled, moving towards the coffee table already laid out with plates and cuttlry, she wasted no time in sorting out the contents. “but yeah, as i was saying… i don’t know anything. i mean, i think if something new did reveal itself, you’d know before me.” because she worked there. sure she was connected to the mc by history, her dad, her brother, her own past, but she wasn’t a member and nobody was required to tell her anything at all. “i just hope whoev–” she pauses when she hears a creak on the stairs. her son, coming down looking for his munch. “grubs up, kid. don’t get it on your sheets.” lifting a plate up with his chicken curry, spring rolls and prawn toast, she handed it over, smiling as he thanked her and sulked away, back upstairs to be on his xbox. “bring everything down when you’re done, i can’t do any more fury plates or bowls, i reached my limit!” she yelled, a little playfully before falling into a light laugh, un-bagging the rest of their own food. “whoever did it… i hope they’re caught soon. police, mc, wolves… i don’t even care who. this was an act of war. how convenient that a member of each side died, almost like someone wanted it to look like one happened and then the opposing side retaliated.” which would break whatever shaky truce the mc and wolves had. “never a dull moment, huh?” sighing, she shakes her head, handing ray her plate before climbing back on the sofa, popping a cushion on her lap to prop up her own. “i imagine things are tense with the guys… not that i doubt you can kick them into place. but what about you? how are you handling it?”

rayanne was practically salivating at the sight of the bag of food, beyond excited to dig into the chinese. “ it’s the best kind of takeout there is & no one can tell me otherwise. i could definitely eat it forever & never get bored. ” she chuckled in agreement, sitting up eagerly as jenny began to lay all the food out on the table. she nodded a little at jenny’s words, slightly disappointed by the fact that no one seemed to have any idea what had actually happened, but really that wasn’t anyone’s fault. a tiny smile tugged at her lips at liam’s appearance, of course only showing his face for the food. “ so nice to see you, liam ! i just love our talks ! ” she teased as he made his way back upstairs after muttering a brief hi to her. “ honestly, i don’t know which is worse. all out war between both sides, or a potential serial killer roaming the streets ? it’s like a shitty game of would you rather. ” she sighed, rolling her eyes — though it was quickly followed by a grateful smile as jenny handed her the plate. “ yeah, it’s obvious that tensions are high but they’re trying not to let it show. you know how they are, just gotta bottle it up & get back to it. ” as much as she hated it, she could understand the reasoning behind it. emotions often clouded judgement & sometimes it was just easier to have none. “ oh, i’m okay — now, at least. i was a little shaken at first, but i guess that’s normal. i think i spend so much of my time worrying about everyone else that i don’t even give my own safety a second thought. ”

[rayxricci]

andreashaw​ !

Location: Andrea’s House

With: @rayxricci​​

Status: Closed

They both needed a change. At the very least, change the space to where they usually hung out. Most of the time she and Ray ended up going to the same places, for drinks, maybe some food the the restaurant but tonight should be different. Charming offered a lot, but after living in New York, even if it was for only four years, which in itself was eighteen years ago, she never forgot how alive the city was, how it never slept and how easily it was to get lost in it. She still missed it, missed that she could call any place for food at any time, or when going out, find a new place even if you thought you already explored everything. Yet, no matter how much she missed the big city sometimes, and perhaps even wondered if she should visit, she had always known that Charming was the place for her.

Andrea quickly dropped a text to Ray, making sure she was still coming and got ready the drinks. She didn’t do anything fancy, frankly because she couldn’t be bothered to mix and find recipes for some cocktails, besides wine went down and was just as good. Placing a bottle of red in the living room with the two glasses, it wasn’t long before she heard a knock on the door. “Coming!” 

Andrea made her way for the door and opened it. She started locking the door ten years ago, after Bob left. somewhat of a safety net more for herself than for anyone else. The wooden door would have never kept anyone out.  “Before you say anything, I know.” She grinned, leading the other towards the the main room. “I just thought we could use a change of space. And give you a break for all those men always gawking at you. Jesus, do you never get tired of that?” She chuckled, shaking her head. “I swear, last time we went out, I think one broke his neck. How do you do it?” Her voice was light and a smile played on her lips. This was going to be a good distraction from everything that was going on. She just could already feel it. 

rayanne was never one to turn down an invitation for drinks, especially of late. given the circumstances, it was a welcome distraction from everything that was currently going on. plus it saved her drinking alone in her apartment like some sort of depressed housewife. overdressed as usual, she waited patiently for andrea to open the door, greeting her with a bright smile when she did so. “ oh, don’t even worry, you know i’m happy to be wherever. ” she shrugged, following the other inside. 

she chuckled lightly at andrea’s words, shaking her head. “ honestly, it’s like being unavailable makes me more attractive to men or something. i mean, i’m flattered of course, but it’s so strange. ” she rolled her eyes at the thought of it, though if she was being honest, it wasn’t something that she paid much attention to. “ i’m certainly not going to turn down a free drink if they offer, but i guess that’s their own fault for not asking basic questions & jumping straight to the flirting. ” of course she’d never let it go any further than a drink & a couple of compliments, but she knew it was completely harmless. “ so, what’s the plan ? are we getting a couple of glasses of wine tipsy, or pass out on the bathroom floor drunk ? ”

[rayxricci]

harleydawsonx​ !

“the worst part is? the noises. like sound effects from a horror movie, and all i could think about was the song, WAP which made it so much fuckin’ worse i– oh thanks,” she paused, newly distracted by the new shot placed down on the bartop, it barely settled before she picked it up and tipped it down her throat. finally, she snorted out a laugh and slapped a hand over her face. “ugh, yeah okay you’re right. good on ‘em. hope my hips can move like that at 80 year old.” harley almost grinned, only to dull it into a big pout which was followed by an almost miserable sigh. “i might be a little bit jealous, yeah.” 

“ oh, gross ! thank you, now i can never listen to that song ever again & you’ve ruined my life. ” she huffed, scrunching her nose in disgust at the thought of it. rayanne laughed as harley took the shot all too eagerly, shaking her head playfully at her friend. “ see ! as gross & kind of disturbing as it is to even think about, little old people still have needs, i suppose. i’m sure you’ll be a fan favourite at the nursing home when you’re all old & grey. ” she teased, before ordering some more shots. “ hey, don’t get all pouty ! there’s been at least three different guys checking you out since we got here, so feel free to abandon me & go get some. ”

[rayxricci]

caincarterx​ !

“or maybe we just know that talkin’ won’t fix jack shit so what’s the point in draggin’ someone else down to our level of misery?” he gave her a half amused, challenging expression. honestly, thank god leyla wasn’t here to hear him say that, he could just about picture her scowl and feel the slap of her hand against the back of his head. “yeah but if you think about that too long, you’ll go nutty. you can’t think that way, neither can we ‘cos the second we do, we probably would slip up and come back in a body bag. the calmer head prevails and all that bollocks.” giving a little shrug, he was topping up his glass already. whiskey went down like water these days, it wasn’t healthy but it sure did help take the edge off. “yeah well, you’re in this as much as we are now. have the police spoke to you yet? they’ve been doing the rounds.” giving a small grumpy sigh and an eye roll, it was obvious he was getting a little sick of them sniffing around, though he could understand it. “sooner we figure this shit out, the better.” the fact he was so much on edge he nearly drew his gun on a trash can lid because it made a clatter behind him unexpectedly, said a lot. more so about his mental state than anything else but he could certainly do with not feeling that sort of paranoia. 

“ oh, please. that’s such bullshit & you know it. yeah okay, so you might not want to bring someone down or whatever, but it’s so obvious that the real reason none of you talk about anything is because you’re scared that you’ll unload too much & then that person will run for the hills, thinking you’re a terrible person who’s done terrible things. ” she didn’t quite intend to call him out like that, but she was blaming the whiskey for her sudden bluntness. maybe it wasn’t the best choice of drink, but it was too late for that now. “ okay, maybe that’s true, but it’s not going to stop me worrying any less. unfortunately, it’s just how i’m wired & if it means that i have to nag you all to be safe wherever you go, then so be it. ” rayanne waved a hand dismissively, her stubbornness evident in her words. topping up her own glass, she sighed quietly at the mention of the police. of course they were just doing their job, but it seemed to just be the same questions getting asked over & over. “ briefly at the ball & then again this morning while i was in the office. i’m sure they’ll get sick of me telling them that i don’t know jack shit soon enough. ” she shrugged her shoulders, mostly just a little frustrated that they were wasting their time questioning people like herself who clearly had no clue what was happening. “ yeah, well unless someone steps forward with literal blood on their hands, i doubt that’s going to happen. ”

[rayxricci]

axelsharpx​ !

“what’s good about it,” he asked, rhetorically. it was afternoon? sure. made sense, it was sunrise around the time he passed out. though admittedly, he was getting way too old to be sleeping on anything but a plush mattress. “really? i think the stains add character. little blood, little puke mixed with stale beer. creates a relaxing aroma.” he huffed out a breath that was an almost laugh, quelled by the need to cough and drink the rest of his water. “guess so. don’t remember much after the absinthe came out,” he’d admit, finally turning his eyes over to her. “afternoon? what time in the afternoon?” he’d promised his daughter he’d check in, it wasn’t worth his life if he was late. “what are you doing here? don’t you ever have a day off?”

she rolled her eyes at him, knowing it wasn’t worth answering him if she wanted to stay somewhat on his good side. “ it’s an infection waiting to happen, but who am i to complain, really ? i’ve slept on my fair share of grubby floors & couches, but thankfully those days are behind me. ” not that he cared in the slightest, so why she was telling him that she had no idea. “ absinthe ? jesus christ, no wonder you look like a walking dead reject. ” ray teased, the slightest of smirks tugging at her lips. “ it’s literally just past twelve, so don’t worry. it’s basically still morning. ” she assured him with a small smile, sitting herself down on a barstool. “ well, i was looking for rafael, but obviously he’s not here. you know, i was thinking of putting a bed in the office under my desk & just moving right in. ”

[mattandjones]

[rayxricci]

@jmorrow

[merrymusings]

[rayxricci]

axelsharpx​ !

location: clubhouse status: closed tags: @rayxricci​

“oh jesus,” his eyes squinted shut as he sat up from where he’d sprawled out on the chairs. the light was blinding through the window, bringing a miserable little groan from his lips as he stood up and trudged towards the bar in search of water. how long had he been passed out for? brown eyes noticed the woman from the corner of his eye but he waited until after he gulped down a pint before he turned to look at her. “seriously lady, do you ever go home?” as though he was one to talk right now. 

rayanne had never really spent too much time at the clubhouse before, mostly sticking to her office & only making an appearance if it was necessary, or she’d been invited. however, she’d started to feel comfort within it’s walls recently & most of the time no one really seemed to mind — except one or two. “ good morning to you too, sunshine. well — afternoon, actually. ” she smiled a little too sweetly at him, glancing down at her watch to confirm that it was in fact a couple of minutes past midday. “ funnily enough, i do. i much prefer the comfort of my own bed over passing out on chairs that are stained with god knows what. but that’s just my personal preference. ” shoulders shrugged at him in response, resisting the urge to call him out on the hypocrisy. “ i take it you had a good night ? ”

[bob-belcher]

[luvvvcore]

[rayxricci]

@jmorrow

[rayxricci]

caincarterx​ !

“well, yeah. kinda do don’t i?” popping his collar, he lifted his chin up as if to say ‘i know, i know.’ it was merely the smirk on his lips that was the only thing telling her he was in-fact just messing around.. “yeah yeah, but ain’t that how it goes? we punch shit and bottle up our feelings and you chicks whine and whine about how we gotta open up and share our feelings and candyfloss.” there’s a roll of his eyes but it’s not a serious one. cain actually relents into a quiet sigh and offers her a little shrug of his shoulders. wordless, but his way of saying fuck, i don’t know how i am. “i know. but you could say the same for anyone, right? people leave their homes every day and never make it back for dinner. hit by a car, heart attack on the side walk, stabbed in the 7/11. nobody knows when their number is up, if we did the world would be in a much worse state than it is right now.” he had meant it as some sort of comfort even though, now he said it outloud he realised how incredibly morbid and unhelpful it was. “thought it might.” cain chuckled, picking up his drink to shot back, he instantly took to pouring another. “you know to be careful, yeah? ‘specially now. no fucker needs to be seeing a sulky morrow roaming around the place cos you managed to stub a toe or get a bump on your head.” his brow raised and there’s a minor look of mischief, a simple ‘oh yeah, i’ve noticed the two of you gettin’ close.’ 

“ unfortunately, yes it is. i don’t know why you all feel like that’s how you have to be, though. like there’s some unspoken rule that you’re not allowed to talk about your feelings or something terrible will happen. ” rayanne chuckled quietly, though really she could understand it a little. most of them had a lot of shit to unpack & sometimes it was just easier to leave it all locked away. not that it stopped her from trying to get them to open up, though. “ yeah, but that’s different. that stuff is a bunch of freak accident what ifs that would drive even the sanest person nutty if they thought about it for too long. you guys literally put yourselves in dangerous situations daily, so it’s hard not to worry about whether someone’s gonna come back in a body bag. ” she was rambling a little, but she meant it. no matter how much she was reassured that everything would be fine & she had nothing to worry about, there was always that voice in the back of her mind reminding her of the worst possible outcome. perhaps she cared a little too much, but she couldn’t help it. truth was, she’d be lost without most of them. “ yeah, i know. guess i might as well just start wrapping myself in bubble wrap every morning to save you all the trouble of worrying. ” she rolled her eyes, though really she appreciated the sentiment. “ having my own little army of bodyguards on speed dial makes me feel incredibly important. ”

[rayxricci]

caincarterx​ !

he figured she’d be here, it’s why he’d saved her a chocolate chip muffin out the bag he’d bought and scoffed down his throat in five minutes. diet of champions. cain placed them on her desk before he disappeared under his car for an hour to fix whatever the fuck had been rattling all the way here. after he washed up and made his way back into the clubhouse, he spots her and offers a smile as he walks over. it doesn’t seem like two seconds before she’s coming in hot with the question of the week. mouth opened to say he was fine, only to close and turn to her with a raised brow. “you saying i don’t look fine?” he feigned hurt, placing a hand on his chest as he used the other to grab a glass and pour himself a drink. “fine, not fine, what’s it matter? still gotta march on, ricci. bottoms up,” raising the glass, he knocked it back and gave a satisfied sigh as it burned down his throat. “what about you? and don’t give me any of that i’m fine bullshit.” he teased, as if he hadn’t just totally just avoided answering her when she asked him. 

she rolled her eyes at him, of course knowing full well that she wasn’t going to get a straight answer out of him. even in the darkest of times he still somehow managed to lighten the mood & she couldn’t help but appreciate that fact. “ no, you look like a damn superhero, obviously. i'm saying that it’s okay not to be fine. but i know you boys would much rather punch something or someone, than talk about it. ” rayanne shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip of her drink. she raised an eyebrow at cain as he shot the question right back at her, a little shocked by it if anything. “ oh — no one’s really asked me that. i mean, i didn’t know martin that well, so that’s probably why. ” she frowned a little, almost pondering whether to tell him the truth or not. “ honestly, the whole thing is awful & sad & scary, because the reality of it is that something terrible like that could happen to any of you guys at any time. ” a quiet sigh pushed past her lips, almost relieved for getting that off of her chest. “ but, yeah — i’m fine. that chocolate chip muffin definitely helped. ”

[rayxricci]

harleydawsonx​ !

location: la luna status: closed tags: @rayxricci​

scurrying rather quickly into the bar, she’s looking behind her with a mild look of trauma as she returns to the bar. “you will not believe what i just–” she pauses just as a shiver of disgust passes through her. “i just wanted a quick smoke. not– ugh. there was– i heard... noises, and i’m fuckin’ british so i’m naturally a nosy fuckin’ bitch…” stopping to pick up her shot and knock it back. “old people. easily around 70 based on the wrinkles alone. naked. car sex. window down.” fully looking towards rayanne, she shakes her head and flails her hands around the sides of her head. “i can’t unsee it. you can’t poke your mind’s eye out.”  

ray’s eyes widened at harley as she spoke, trying to hide the amusement that threatened to burst onto her features at the obviously traumatic experience. “ oh, christ. ” she stifled a laugh, picking up her own shot & knocking it back in an attempt to stop herself from cracking up. “ well, i say good for them. it’s nice to see an old couple that still has some passion in their relationship. though maybe doing it in public is a little too far. ” she chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. behind closed doors was probably a better choice once you got past a certain age, but really who was she to judge ? “ are you sure you’re not just jealous ? ”

[rayxricci]

jmorrow​ !

Jasper grinned wide at her words. It sounded like a challenge. He might not have known the half of it but he wanted to know every goddamn thing about her. He couldn’t help it– she was captivating in a way that no one else had ever come close to matching and he was hooked. He was under no illusions about what they were– they were sleeping together, with no strings attached, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to peel back every layer she had until there was nothing he didn’t know about her. But his curiosity would have to take a backseat for now, he realized as her hand came up to assess the bruising around his eye. Shaking his head, he reached up to lace his fingers through hers, “It’s nothing– don’t worry about it,” he muttered, bringing their hands to his lips in a weak attempt to distract her.

It wasn’t just a bruise. It was evidence of just how far he was willing to go for the club in order to protect what was theirs. And Jasper didn’t know how to explain that to her– he’d never had to put it into words before. Anyone who’d ever needed to know already wore a patch. “I’m not being shady, I just–” he stopped short, slamming the tip of his tongue into the back of his teeth. Did he even owe her an explanation? They weren’t together, she wasn’t his old lady– how much did she really need to know? Jasper shook his head, “Look– it’s handled, alright? That’s all that matters.” Blowing out a breath, he gave her hip a gentle squeeze, “Let’s just enjoy the party.”

it took every ounce of self control that she had not to rip her hand away from his like a petulant child & hurl a million questions & accusations at him, but she managed it. an obviously displeased frown settled onto her features as jasper brought their intertwined hands to his lips, suddenly well aware that they were in a crowd of people & she needed think about her reaction very carefully. “ i’m not an idiot, jasper. i know damn well that isn’t nothing. ” her voice was calm but the tone suggested otherwise. 

realistically speaking, she knew that she had no place to be badgering him about it. no strings attached meant that there was no real reason for her to know any of these things, but her unwavering curiosity & the fact that she quite clearly cared about him seemed to overshadow that detail. “ oh, it’s handled. great — that makes me feel so much better, thank you ! ” her words dripped with sarcasm, eyes rolling at him as if that were going to help the situation. shaking her head, she brushed his hand away from her hip. “ no. whatever this is, it isn’t going to work if you think you can keep shit from me. so either you tell me what happened, or i’ll go & find someone who will. ”

[rayxricci]

damian-maxwell​ !

          Damian was busy stocking the bar in the club house, carrying a case of bottled beer in each hand when he passed by the Charming Auto office. It was impossible to miss the shrieking of his name, which nearly made him drop the cases and resort to pull out the handgun he had stashed in a holster under his prospect kutte. But rather than jump to rash decisions, he turned towards the door and peeked his head inside. Seeing Rayanne wearing a look of exasperation behind the desk, he chuckled, “No. I’m sorry, gorgeous. Haven’t been here much. I’ve been picking up some extra shifts over at the Renegade” He didn’t mention how he’d been picking up work that wasn’t his to begin with, due to Sam being in hibernation after her break-up with Raf. His lips curved up in a half-smile, while he gave her a less than subtle once over, “If you’re in a head-ripping mood, you should go down to the Renegade and throw some punches. I’ll gladly show you how” Damian broke out in a chuckle, before shrugging innocently. 

a disappointed sigh pushed past her lips as he told her that he hadn’t been around, mostly just annoyed that she wasn’t any closer to finding the culprit. “ che palle ! ” she cursed quietly in italian, shaking her head at the mess before lifting her gaze back to damian with a slightly false smile. “ damn, alright — thanks anyway, doll. if no one owns up to ruining my entire system, then i guess i’ll just have to go full nancy drew. or check the security cameras. ” she shrugged her shoulders, a soft chuckle accompanying her words. though she really wasn’t joking. “ bold of you to assume that i don’t already know how to beat the crap out of someone. ” she raised an eyebrow at him, the playfulness only slightly evident in her tone. “ besides, i just got my nails done. i don’t need to add ruining those to my incredibly long list of things to be stressed about. ”

[cold-feet]

sonja morgan, a beautiful disaster