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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 180 Parade
There was Jax and the blonde whore. He was parading her around the carnival like a handler at a dog show working the show ring. He ought to put a leash on the bitch.
Life wasn't fair. Being beautiful wasn't enough for the blonde whore. She had to come to Charming and take Jax Teller, the city's greatest prize. Son of a bitch.
That blonde whore could have any guy she wanted. She could marry some billionaire and be a little trophy wife. She could wear short skirts cut up to her pussy and stilettos so high and thin she would have to walk carefully or her big breasts would make her topple over.
How could Jax not see through the whore? She was just using him for sex. She had heard sexual things about Jax. He bought magnum sized condoms from the convenience store. He could stretch a girl out in all the right ways. She wanted him to stretch her out. She'd be happy with just one time.
She along with all the other carnival goers watched the blonde whore when she was talking to Sour Faced Bitch or Tara as most knew her. Everyone was waiting for the cat fight. Back in her prime, Tara was always in a cat fight. If a girl looked at Jax too long, that was all it took for the cat fight to begin.
Everyone was disappointed there wasn't a cat fight. Maybe Dr. Knowles couldn't get into cat fights anymore since she was a doctor. It would be bad for business.
The blonde whore and the sour faced bitch talked and even laughed together. What the hell was that about? Did the blonde whore have some kind of magical charm?
Now Jax and his blonde whore were laughing and smiling at each other. Jax never acted like that around other girls. What made the blonde whore so special?
The fact that she was beautiful was enough of an advantage in life without being smart and charming on top of it. If she were half as beautiful as the blonde whore, her life would be so much better. It would be heaven.
The rage began to build in her at the unfairness of life. It was selfish for the blonde whore to have so many advantages and she had so few.
The urge to kill was growing. She had to control it. She had promised that she wouldn't kill again until Louise was back. Killers got caught when they killed too often. She had to wait. She had to calm down.
Once Louise was dead, she would need to find another victim. The blonde whore would be the perfect kill after Louise. Jax would be grief-stricken. Maybe that would give her the opportunity she needed to get with Jax in an internally stretching out way.