Until whatever game you're playing with him doesn't scratch the itch anymore. Because nothing's just anything in that fucked up brain of yours, is it? You're all extremes.
you think you got me all figured out, huh? pegged a to z, no stone left unturned. what was it that hit on your radar first? the daddy issues? wondering why i'm out fucking all these old men?
I don't need the specifics. I've met you a hundred times. Government sanctioned, petty criminals, some rich asshole's hired help when they don't want to get their hands dirty.
I had you pegged as the full time career type, but so far you seem to be behaving. John must have had an easier time breaking you in than I thought.
nah, see, that's where you got me so fucked up. i ain't never been a rich man's bitch or servant.
( his government doesn't give a fuck about him, either. the only worthy part of him to the american people is his daddy's white blood. if they had their way, they'd euthanize all the red left in him, sterilize him for public consumption. danny is his own entity, his own bogeyman, full of thorns since he popped out of his mama's cunt screaming.
and until now, john and house had been the only people to see him for what he really is. )
keep john's name out of your fucking mouth. he ain't got shit to do with this. whatever you think i am, that's all on me.
what about you, kovacs? someone made you the way you are. was it your daddy too?
You've never met anyone made the way I was, Danny. But you don't need the specifics, either. You just need to make sure you don't make a mess anywhere near my house, or my people, or whether it's John or Quentin's name in my mouth will be the absolute fucking least of your concerns.
no, no, you don't get to act hard and then hit me with a vague pussy threat. tell me what you'll do. tell me how you'll fuck me up. tell me how you'll make me sorry.
because whatever idea you got in that fucked up head of yours, i guarantee you someone or something a lot bigger and meaner and badder than you has already beaten you to the punch a thousand times over. walk me like a dog. put me down like a dog. turn me inside out. cum in my guts.
or just keep fucking staring like you've been doing.
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don't worry, you ain't my type.
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you think you got me all figured out, huh? pegged a to z, no stone left unturned. what was it that hit on your radar first? the daddy issues? wondering why i'm out fucking all these old men?
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I had you pegged as the full time career type, but so far you seem to be behaving. John must have had an easier time breaking you in than I thought.
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( his government doesn't give a fuck about him, either. the only worthy part of him to the american people is his daddy's white blood. if they had their way, they'd euthanize all the red left in him, sterilize him for public consumption. danny is his own entity, his own bogeyman, full of thorns since he popped out of his mama's cunt screaming.
and until now, john and house had been the only people to see him for what he really is. )
keep john's name out of your fucking mouth. he ain't got shit to do with this. whatever you think i am, that's all on me.
what about you, kovacs? someone made you the way you are. was it your daddy too?
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because whatever idea you got in that fucked up head of yours, i guarantee you someone or something a lot bigger and meaner and badder than you has already beaten you to the punch a thousand times over. walk me like a dog. put me down like a dog. turn me inside out. cum in my guts.
or just keep fucking staring like you've been doing.
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