“This is so good Sarah,” Alita exclaimed, pushing more noodles in her mouth and gulping the last of the juice in the glass by her side, and extending it to her mother to fill it up for her. “It has been ages since I last ate Chinese food. This is amazing. You are such a darling,” she closed her eyes and hummed as she savored the taste on her buds that caused her insides to vibrate. “God, I am having a foodgasm,” she moaned and placed her hand on her stomach and then nodded playfully. There’s room for more. That’s great. “I love you so much right now,” Alita pushed her lips forward and narrowed her eyes at Sarah who just sat on the bed, marveling at how fast Alita was eating. “I so don’t want to get well if this would happen every day. It’s too bad I have to get shot to get all this food,” Alita’s brows caved in as she looked at the other bag on the ground. “What’s in there?” she asked, flickering her lashes. “Luke, ordered you fries, even though I asked him not to because I thought

“Now you chased our mothers away,” Benson threw the last piece of the slice of pizza in his hand.“Me?” Alita’s eyes bulged and her mouth open. He nodded and she scoffed, then said, “You were the one trying to play smart with me and I was defending myself and somehow they were uncomfortable with it. So, it’s either you chased them or they chased themselves with whatever they were thinking, feeling, or seeing,” she puffed out her chest and pursed her lips. “Now, I lost my appetite,” she handed him the box of pizza but he refused to take it from her.“You are still being weird,” he jerked his body backward. “You’re puffing out your chest and blaming me for making them uncomfortable and now for losing your appetite,” he scoffed and bobbed his head, then added, “You are unbelievable.”“You started it, not me, so all of this is your fault,” She smiled wickedly. “Who is going to take all the blame? I know it’s not me because I have taken a bullet for you and look where that got me,” she bit

"Benson," Beatrix said, looking at her son in his sad eyes. Even though he won't readily admit it, he missed her and really appreciates that she came to see him. "I know you are mad that your father didn't come to check on you as I did, but you have to let it go. He doesn't deserve the fuzz or anger. It's not worth it,” she twirled her and in the air and bobbed her head," he has long decided to withdraw himself from us because of that good for nothing bitch," her brows caved in and her eyes and her eyes spelled hatred before smiling sharply and grabbing Benson's hand, "look what you did all by yourself, without him," she caressed his cheek and chuckled, "you are a fat arrogant boy but you are successful and finally got a girl that matches you perfectly," she wiggled her upper body excitedly as Alita came to mind. Benson rolled his eyes at her for calling him fat. "She's going to take care of you better than Charity… bye little angel," she kissed Julie's tiny hand and pushed her lips f

"You or me first," Alita said, panting as she stared at the ceiling, savoring the pleasure her body had received from Benson's good fucking that she had so missed."Ladies first," Benson sighed and slipped his hands under his head and adjusted himself so he wouldn't strain his neck."Alright," she gently hit her legs on the bed's frame as she hummed a short melody and giggled at the end, turns out I love you fucking my throat," she closed her eyes and held her breath. "There, I said it," she felt a weight lifting off her chest as she exhaled."I might have observed that," Benson muttered pressing his lips together as his eyes darted to the corners of the ceiling. "Yeah," he chuckled, "definitely," he bobbed his shoulder snappily."It was new and had a different kind of sensation to it," she moaned. "You must have liked it too because you came really hard," she fiddled with her fingers feeling shy."I liked it too, but I did that because you were teasing my sanity away touching me like

David lead them to the man he and his partner had caught and chained to the table in one of the cells.“Martha felt a surge of anger boil through her body as she set eyes on the man sitting and wincing in pain and recognized him to be the one who shot Alita. “That’s him,” she rolled her fingers into a fist and stiffened her arms to try and calm the rage of hatred that oozed out of her. “That’s the bastard that took her,” she glanced at John and then back at the man. “Who did this to him?” she turned to David after observing the bruises and cut on his face swollen face.“That all happened when we were trying to catch him,” David muttered.“Good,” she said, unlocking the cell door and pushing it open. “This is just the beginning of his pain,” she growled as her eyes flared with anger. The look on her face startle John when she turned her face to his and said, “Get them here, Mr. Astor and co,” she took her jacket off and handed it to John, “while I beat all I need to know out of this go