Fuck you jackass! You wanna end up the same way as that other little bitch prick Caputo boy did, you keep on messing with me an’ mine!
I always forgive you, don’t I?
Anytime you’re ready, love. <3
How come whenever I’m ready for sex, you’re too tired, but you get me whenever you’re ready, hmmmm, Eddie? You need to stay up later. Or come out with me more. You know I like sex after a kill.
Heey, you know I’m always more energized in the morning. And, you know you love me surprising you under the sheets when you first wake up in the morning. Hell, I got the fresh scratches on my shoulders to prove it!
And I do love licking that fresh, warm blood off of your lips from that said kill. <3
Urgh. I hate mornings, though. I’m out til dawn and I don’t get much sleep at all. You should spoil me more, bastard. I pay for everything. Come with me, Eddie. We can get a couple of drunks, fuck ‘em up, and have sex in the car when they’re dead. C’mon. Like we used to when we first met!
Whenever my grandma on my mom’s side of the family (Well, she was the one who was always protecting me from Becker and Dash when I was a kid and we were all at her house after school and I was extremely close to her, as she was to me. Because me and her always seemed to speak the same language.)
But, what was so neat was; that she was from Italy and would always talk, curse in Native tongue and she’d always tell me stories about what she did when she was a little girl.
She even taught me how to cook if I wanted to live on my own, someday. And I always remember smelling fresh spices in her kitchen and test tasting her home made pasta sauce because it was always so sweet and tangy at the same time and I remember her slapping my hand away from the bowl, multiple times when she was creating the sauce.
But I always remember her saying something like, ”Luce Mia.” Whenever she was affectionately talking about my deceased grandfather and me thinking, “What the hell does that mean, anyways?” in my head.
I looked it up in a book later on and what always stuck with me is it meant, “My light.” Dunno why, but it stuck with me for the rest of my life.
Later on, when I came to Chicago, Illinois and was scared and didn’t have anywhere else to go and went to that seedy bar; that greasy faced bar tender was fixing to kick me out on my ass, but a dark eyed and solemn looking man came to my protection and I immediately felt warmth in my empty soul.
I was feeling fucking empty-Hell, if Chuck hadn’t came to my protection that night, I would have seriously put a gun to my head that evening. Had the gun in my pocket and everything and the chamber was filled.
Thought I couldn’t take life anymore and I was fucking sick and tired of living on the streets and being cold all the time.
But through it all, Chuck’s always been my light through the dark.My own, “Luce Mia.” Just hope he knows that. Sorry for the mushiness, everyone. Just wanted to share. <3
You make me want to strangle you for real one of these nights, Eddie. I keep telling you not to say those sorts of things, but there’s no stopping you, is there? But, I guess, I’m flattered, and I suppose, I think of you in a similar sort of pathetically romantic way.
You’re in a sadist mood, aren’t ya, Ed?
34) Words that upset me the most: Anything from the Bible really pisses me the fuck off. I hate words like love and all that emotional shit. Everyone wants everything in black fucking white and I just don’t feel things like that. An’ I hate it when people say no to me. That always gets me in a bad fucking mood.
9) Have tattoos: Shouldn’t you know this, you idiot? You’ve seen me naked more times than anyone! Jeez… . Not yet. I haven’t decided on what I want.