Citas
I will bring them the heads of the men known as the Four Horsemen.
Or die trying.
Or die trying.
I’d noticed the way he’d looked at her our whole lives. As if she was the sun and he was basking in her fucking glory. Well, now West could bask in her all over again, but this time, the rest of us would too.
She’s ours. She belongs to us. She always has.
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