Chapter 88
- MASON
- There’s a few more drug charges. Nothing about this is surprising if you’ve ever seen Lyssa in action. She looks like she does drugs.
- Well, at least she did that night I kidnapped her. That heavy makeup on her eyes. All darked up and smoky. Her glossy lips and contoured cheekbones. The long, wild mane of blonde hair that gives off a just-fucked vibe, and that gold dress.