“Beckett started the Hummer and texted Eve:Tak4e Ur Cloth3s OFF Im on my qwayHer reply came back quick as lightning:Take ur clothes off and f*ck yourself.“One way or another, this chick is gonna kill me,” Beckett growled as the Hummer roared away.”

“You could buy a car for fifty thousand dollars. A really nice car.” Ascanio’s eyes lit up. “A Hummer. You could buy a converted Hummer.”“You don’t need a Hummer.” I said.“Chicks dig the Hummer.”“You don`t need any chicks either.”He gave me an injured look. “I have needs.”“I have needs too and right now I need you to concentrate on tracking down Jamar`s collection. Get to it.”- Andrea & Ascanio”

“What?" I said, suspicion starting to rise in me. "When did they start coming after you?""Was it— was it after the oil-slick Hummer crash?" the Gasman asked Iggy tentatively. My eyes widened. Oil-slick Hummer crash?Iggy rubbed his chin, thinking. "Or maybe it was more— after the bomb," the Gasman said in a low voice, looking down. "I think it was the bomb," Iggy agreed. "That definitely seemed to tick them off.”

“try and kick me while im down ill break ur leg”

“Blake laughed as Beckett set him back on the seat and pointed a thick finger at the organ. “You ass-f**k this bitch. Ass-f**k it.” Beckett peeked over the balcony at Cole below. “Sorry, baby. I have too much dirty in me.”

“When your lips move, it makes me want to take my pants off right here.” Beckett went in for a kiss.”