"Bloody hell!"That got us, and Jill laughing.Gone was the tart look, with the heavy make-up and revealing clothes, of last week; in was a well-dressed...businesswoman that oozed sophistication.She was still wearing make-up, but nowhere near as much, and much subtler shades. She was wearing a grey suit, with the skirt stopping just below the knee, emphasising her well-shaped calves, and a white blouse, with all except the top button fastened."Well?" Terry said, breaking my momentary trance."You. “Your car? So you’re a little rich white bitch,” pointed out the ringleader. “Do you know what we do to little rich white bitches who come into our territory?”“Please. I’m Hayden Panettiere. I’m a famous actress. I could give you a big reward for helping me.”“You ain’t famous here, bitch. You are a fine piece of white meat. And me and my boys is hungry.”“PLEASE!” Hayden begged, “I’m only s*******n. Don’t destroy my life.”“Hear that boys! Even if she said ‘yes,’ we’d still be breaking the law.. I can't feel him anymore." What is she talking about?" Ramirez, look at me." Marcus pressed his free hand to my face, forcing me to gaze up into his dark eyes. I felt myself calming down little by little, though my eyes continued to spill tears. "He's not dead. I promise you, Talon is still alive." But-" You've gotten better at using your link," he continued. "Try it now." There's nothing there anymore," I whispered brokenly. "It hurts." Yes, there is, you just have to concentrate. I know it. I knew in my heart she was right. Some minutes went by, neither of us saying anything. "For a boy to break into a shop, just to dress as a girl, is extraordinary. To me it says that the boy wants to be a girl so bad that he will go to any lengths to become the girl he needs to be. If you let me help you I'll make sure that the girl you are now, turns into the woman you want to become. Smart, yet sexy. Demure but sure of herself. Loving, and at the same time firm." "Like you mom?" "Thank you.