Lip Gloss and Loose Women (The Pussycat Chronicles, #4) / The Pussycat Chronicles (ePub)

When Sakura runs away with Okimi, the queenpin of the Dragon Blood gang, Koharu becomes determined to fight her way through a horde of large, muscular women in order to free her love. But Sakura, having learned the truth of her origins, may not even want to be freed. Don't miss the fourth installment of this lesbian romance series!

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Okimi sighed. "You won't stay here, I know. When Koharu arrives and tears the place apart like the destructive dickhead that she is, you'll leave with her."

"What?"

"Koharu is on her way here to . . . aha. 'Rescue' you."

"Oh, no . . ." Sakura moaned and dropped her face into her hands.

Okimi frowned and tilted her head. "Hmm. Not the response I was expecting. I thought you'd rub it in my face and make smug declarations about Koharu kicking my ass or some such."

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Koharu reached back and pulled her handgun from the back of her jeans. She slid out the magazine and checked for rounds. It was half-empty. She started sliding in bullets.

"You can't go in there alone," said Nahoko in amazement. "You're crazy! They'll kill you! Dragon Blood women are giant muscleheads that --!"

"You saw what I did to Katsura's teahouse," said Koharu calmly. She glanced briefly at Nahoko and went back to loading her gun as she said, "Could this newfound concern be actual worry for me?"

Nahoko snorted. "Don't be r-ridiculous! Go in there and get your ass shot, then. See if I care!"

Koharu laughed softly, sliding another bullet in the magazine.

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"I always told Kaida she was a fool for signing up with Shira Crew," Okimi said darkly and shook her head, black spikes of hair tumbling in her furious eyes. "And now, because of that psycho bitch, she's got every gang in Koshima and Nokira Corp after her --"

"It isn't Koharu's fault --!"

"Oh, but it is," said Okimi with a weary smile. She looked down at Sakura with something like sympathy in her dark eyes. "And of course, you would defend her. You're in love with her." She touched Sakura's cheek with a fond finger, and Sakura blushed and looked quickly away.

"I am not in love with Koharu!" Sakura said hotly.

"Oh, but you are," said Okimi, amused. "And she's in love with you, and you will cling to each other even as the world burns around you, and so it shall be until the end of time. More the fool I to think I could get between you." She reached inside her blazer and pulled out a gun. "But what kind of queenpin would I be if I didn't try? When Koharu comes through that door, I'll make you mine, I'll shoot her dead --"

Sakura thought her heart stopped in her chest, and she grabbed Okimi's arm, cutting her off. "Please, don't! Don't kill her! Okimi - please!"

Okimi looked down at Sakura with the same pity. "Koharu is scum, Sakura. She's no good for you. I'd be doing you a favor, honestly."

"She's scum," Sakura admitted, laughing through sudden tears, "but she is my scum."

Okimi laughed. "Fair enough," she said, putting the gun back inside her blazer.