Oh yeah, girl, I'll watch the fuck out of that back. "Yeah.  Sounds like a plan, menina ." He stood up from the bench and stretched his back with a lean. "You stick with Paulo, and we'll be good.  Ain't nothing I can't handle." He smiled.  The lie hung in the air like a heavy mi...

Yeah, cadela , I'll take you.  I'll take you all day, baby. So she was a b-baller?  That explained why she was in shape.  One fucking hell of a shape.  Yeah.  He'd play on her court, all day. Shit, man, weren't they all worried about getting killed or something?  And here he was, thinking about tai...

Her smiled made him feel warm.  Paulo returned it.  Inexplicably, he felt uncomfortable. "Y..yeah, I am.  I can handle the fuck out of myself."  He looked down, realized that sounded bad, and edited himself.  "I mean, I ain't worried about nobody." He pointed at the gun in her ha...

Oh, there it was.  She knew him.  Shit just got real. He gave a little half smile, gave a little shrug, and gave a little nod. "Oh yeah, you know.  I do that MMA shit.  Fucking good at it too, you know?" There was a velvet padded chair sitting near the entrance, and Paulo took it upon hims...

Now Paulo saw the gun, and he gave a brief whistle of appreciation.  It was almost a catcall. "Looks you got lucky, baby."  He nodded.  "Better than this piece of merda ." She said her piece, and then, then she really saw the power Paulo had.  He could see in the way she focused ...

"That's good to know, menina ."  He said.  Now that he was calming down, his words started to drag in the faux-Brazilian accent he loved to use. He stepped all the way through the door and let the board drop.  He didn't see the girl's other hand, so he didn't know she was armed for very bi...

Bitches must not know who they were fucking with. There were loud noises coming from inside the house.  Paulo wasn't playing that.  He brandished his piece of wood, and stalked over.  Nevermind that his hands and his knees were shaking.  He was a badass, and the world needed to know about Paulo Godd...

((B021 Paulo Abbate Start)) Paulo was sure everybody on the trip was acting like a bunch of little bitches.  They was probably crying, and carrying on, and all that shit little bitches like to do. But not Paulo.  He was a man, he was fucking muy forte .  His balls hung so low they scraped the fuckin...

Leona reeled back from Cassidy's outburst, as if slapped.  When her number, the indication that she had become a statistic, was thrust at her, she realized she had lost all leverage here. Leona took the hand back, and stood up.  She looked over Cassidy for a moment, then to the distance.  She hadn't...

The rain fell, in cascading, increasingly fat drops.  Cassidy drew into herself. The trick didn't end.  There was no reveal, no payoff. Leona laid a hand on Cassidy's shoulder.  It seemed the only thing worth doing. Reality had broken through the illusion.  For Leona, someone had finally pulled the ...

It was better than one of Leona's tricks, really. Some misdirection, a little razzle dazzle as the boys grappled on the ground.  Next thing she knew, Matt was dead, the crazy kid was gone, and Cassidy was unconscious.  Absently, she wondered if the invisible audience from earlier had caught the whol...

Leona had the inclination to go check on Cassidy now that Matt had Travis well in hand, but she was rooted to her spot.  The unwelcome novelty of the situation gave her pause. Everything but her hand.  She had pulled the quarters out after all as she watched the events unfold.  Apparently nerves wer...

The water bottle bounced off the railing, spilling water down the wood in long, dark rivulets before falling and coming to a rest in the grass.  It had the desired effect.  Attention had been garnered. Leona looked up with alarm, saw, an elbow, a leg, through the latticed railing of the gazebo. &quo...

Moments passed.  Then minutes.  Seemed like an awful long time to grab some water.  Leona craned her neck around to where Cass had gone, but the girl was hidden by the structure. "Cass.  You get loss looking for the bag, girl?"  She said, her tone light and teasing.  Even so, something fel...

The conversation was certain to dwell.  Because Leona, almost as much as she loved magic, enjoyed mischief. "So..."  She said, moving closer to the gazebo, gaze no longer averted now that she was sure the pair had something resembling clothes on.  "Any good?" She came to a rest a...