Whose name was the property in? Jenny? Collette? Joey? Not mine. Never mine. Come on Stacy, whose fucking name was the property in? By my count of sunrises and sunsets, this was day three of being out here in these woods. My throat was as dry as a desert, my head throbbed painfully and the hunger pains were kicking my ass. That's how I got the lovely gift in my arm, courtesy of Joey. The little pip squeak wasn't getting another bullet in me. I'd sooner blow my own brains out than go out like that.
Collette. The woods I was currently roaming belonged to Collette. At least on paper. She didn't come out here. When Don Angelo brought me hunting as a child, it was just the two of us. Despite the bad bitch Collette thought she was, she really couldn't handle the nitty gritty of being a don's wife. The one time Don Angelo brought her along and I killed a deer so he wouldn't beat her that night, she damn near lost her fucking mind. You're welcome, mom.
