““She grabbed her shorts off the floor and stomped past me. “Fucking ugly bitch. Fucking asshole,” she muttered as she practically tripped in her rush to get to the stairs. King stood in the doorway. “And if I hear you ever talk shit about her again, I’ll find you and take that butterfly tattoo back.” “Oh yeah?” she shouted, stopping on the landing. “How the fuck are you going to do that?” King was in the doorway one second and an inch from her face the next. “I’ll tell you how,” he seethed. “I’m going to find you, and then I’m going to take my time carving those fucking butterfly wings from that nasty pussy of yours with my knife. Sleep on that before you decide to open that good for nothing dick-sucker of yours again.””
