Chapter 14 Warning

• There were three types of people in this world: people who didn't give fucks, people who were salty and extravagant people. I couldn't place Silvia Hart in any category; she was her type of people but I knew guns were like her play things. I wondered about her history and where her roots came from, she seemed like a Latina but she also seemed like an Arab. I couldn't point it out, aside from her making me feel vulnerable, she was outrageously specific when it came down to details. In the whole meeting, she managed to detail out all the dependencies of the plan, the strategies and so many killing plans in half an hour.
• "I'm hungry," Levy complained and I crossed my arms facing him after Silvia and Mr. Clay walked off to discuss more killing issues.
• "You didn't seem hungry back when you were ogling at Silvia." I narrowed my eyes at him as he huffed at my jealousy.