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even remotely concerned? And if I’m not mistaken, doesn’t your family’s house sit on wheels?”
    He chuckled.
    “Isn’t that a little trailer park trash calling the hood-rat black?”
    Lena wouldn’t know the hood if it jumped in front of her and literally put a hood on her. But Danny knew Elizabeth already knew that. She was being the hateful, jealously vindictive, racist little bitch he always knew she was.
    “Call it a favor. From one woman to another. Maybe she should be made aware. So she knows what she’s getting into. Don’t you think?”
    “I think you should mind your business and worry about the other homeless people living under the bridge taking your spot. Isn’t that where you want me to forward your mail?”
    He smirked. A sardonic twist to his lips.
    “Although, after I cancel the credit cards, I can’t imagine what kind of mail you’ll get. Unless you’re actually going to go legit and take that escort job that pimp offered you?”
    Danny gave her the last suitcase.
    “Even I have to admit, it sounds like loads of fun, my love. And ten dollars an hour plus tips is nothing to sneeze at. Why, here in LA, you’ll be able to afford that dirty motel on the corner of Hooker and Crack Street in no time. I hear it’s so cozy, the roaches don’t go home at night.”
    He snickered. “Lucky for you, you’ll never be truly alone.”
    Elizabeth stared at him. He knew she was taken aback. Danny had never spoken to her with such hatred and condescension before.
    It actually felt good.
    “Leave, Elizabeth. How many times does it take to show you  I don’t want you here ?”
    “I’m just saying. Lena seems like she has a lot of things going for her now. That new club…however tacky it seems. You know, girls like her don’t get these types of opportunities every day, Danny. I just want to stop her from making a huge mistake.”
    He snorted. “Didn’t stop  you  from marrying me, my little soon-to-be whore of an ex-wife, now did it?” He walked over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of beer.
    “You had no problem at all sucking me dry, did you, Liz? Literally and figuratively. By the way, your overly large mouth and massive horse teeth both repel and frighten me. Never bring them near me again.”
    “You never had any complaints before.” Elizabeth sneered at him, sounding arrogant. He opened his beer, taking a long swallow. Glancing over at her, unfazed. 
    “I was always afraid to tell you because I thought when enraged, your horse teeth would bite my testicles off. Now I don’t have to pretend to want you, or fuck you. Pretending you were anyone but you.” Danny smiled cheerfully.
    “Do you know how good that feels? No. You couldn’t possibly. Horses don’t feel things like we humans, do they?”
    “How would you know? You haven’t gotten it up for me in over two years.” She snapped. “Do you still know how?”
    “Well golly gee, Elizabeth. Here’s what I do know. I know if you weren’t fucking so many men, your vagina wouldn’t be the size of a grocery store parking lot. I also know if you couldn’t feel my dick when I  was  still debasing myself inside your over one-billion served pussy, how the fuck would you feel it now?”
    Elizabeth put her suitcase down and walked over, calmly taking his beer out of his hand. She threw it against the wall next to the refrigerator. They both watched it shatter. 
    “Happy now, Elizabeth?”
    “A little. It took the edge off, at least.”
    “Good for you. Now. Will you please leave?”
    “I’m going. And for your sake, I hope she knows, asshole. Because if she doesn’t, Danny boy…I’ll make sure to clue her in.”
    Danny watched her mouth form into a cold smile. Resisting the urge to throttle her right then and there.
    “What she knows and what she doesn’t know is none of your damn business or concern. But you know what  should  be your concern? Getting the entire fuck up out of my house. Now, Elizabeth. Right