Chapter 52

"Word on the street is you come from the land of waxed pussies and fake tits.." The redhead laughed with a challenging glint in his eyes, obviously trying to rile me up. If he thought I was taking his shit, he was sorely mistaken. The only shit I take is Scar's, and that's because his usual version of an apology - if you want to even count it as that - comes in the form of eating me out until I can't even see straight. It's a compromise. Scar didn't say anything, just surveyed the situation at hand, clearly assessing whether he should step in or not. I could see that the majority of the guys around us were sporting the same off standish attitude around me as he was, he was just the only one brave enough to voice his opinion in front of Scar. Scrunching my face up into a sarcastic smile, I gave him my best fake laugh. "How would you know they're all waxed and made of plastic? You've probably never been lucky enough to fuck one of us." I spat, a menacing smile o