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348 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 24, 2021
“My name is Rory Carter and I do bad things.”
There are only so many nightcaps I can spit in, only so many important legal documents I can steal and run under the bathroom tap.
"Whew, falcon"
"Holy Crow"
"Oh swan"
whatever they want, they get. Including one ice cube in their lowball glass.
“MY NAME IS RORY Carter and I do bad things.” (two times)
"I’m Rory Carter and I do bad things. I like doing bad things."
"I’m not a criminal. I just do bad things."
“That’s not how it works. I can’t help but do bad things,"
“My name is Rory Carter and I do bad things.”
“I’m not a criminal. I just do bad things. Morally questionable things. Spiteful, revengeful things. I didn’t used to be like this, but now there’s a stain on my soul so dark and stubborn that there’s nothing I can do to scrub it away. So, I don’t bother trying anymore. Instead, I confess.”
“Our hotline is for sins committed, not sins you’re thinking about committing.”
“Holy crow,” I mutter.
“Oh, swan. Now I’m in trouble.”
“Whew, falcon.”
“For flamingo’s sake.”
“Aside from the concept of love being absolute bullshit, I find women…boring. Weak-willed and weak-minded, they always seem to agree with what I say and do what I want.”
“I have a rule book as thick as my dick when it comes to women.”
“I can barely tolerate a woman staying longer than it takes for her to make me come, let alone having one around permanently.”
“I treat them [women] like they are nothing at all. A wet hole to plunge my dick into. A mouth to face fuck. But at least I don’t pretend they’re anything more than that.”
“Wouldn’t be the first fucking time you whored yourself out, anyway.”
My blood runs cold, and for a moment, my heart forgets to beat. “What?”
“You heard me,” he growls. “You think I don’t know you fucked half the guys at Devil’s Coast Academy? I didn’t believe it at first, but now seeing how quickly you went up those stairs last night, I don’t doubt it for a second.”
“Last week, I went into Alberto’s closet and cut a hole in the pocket of every suit. Small ones, the size of a dime. But big enough for him to lose his car keys four times in the last seven days.”
“Every time he makes me kiss him like that, I spit in his whiskey.”
“Greta is horrible to me. So, when she does my hair, I use a dress pin to scratch the face of her watch.”
“Get a grip, Angelo. I’m a thirty-six year old man, perving on a girl nearly half my age.”
“I’m old enough to be your father. How does that make you feel?”
“Oh, not to mention she’s almost young enough to be my daughter. Sometimes, I think I must be fucked in the head.”
”Out of all my sins, you’re my favorite”