Part 18 - Goldie: Seeing Red
And then he was there, watching me sing. His big eyes drinking me in when I opened the door to the champagne room. The way his cock met me, filled me, made me her.
Part 17 - Wolfe: Black & White & Red all over
She stared at me and winced, closed her eyes for a second. I saw the barrel waiver — all the time I needed.
Three steps — long distance to cross when there’s a gun pointed your way, but I’d always been quite quick, silent. My name said it all. Before you knew it, my jaws were clamped around you and you hadn’t even caught a whiff of my scent.
Part 6 - Goldi: The Three Bears
I tried to get my facts straight in my head on the ride to the station, but all I could think about was my last moments with Red: how her lips parted in a silent, wet gasp, her blood hot and slick on my skin, her still form splayed on the disgusting concrete of that alley behind Smiley’s. Her face pale, eyes wide open and staring up at that goddamn light bulb, snug in its metal mesh.