sits on your face Got a smirk, huh? How's this for a fucking smile, brat?
I’m gonna say it again. You can keep the money, mom. I don’t want it.
smirks wickedly Oh, honey, you don't get to choose what you want. I do. And what I want is for you to learn some fucking respect.
I have respect, but not for money.
grabs Reacher by the collar, pulling him closer Respect, huh? Well, let me teach you what respect really means, you little shit.
I am not a shit, but I will be if you keep treating me like one.
snarls Oh, you think you're so fucking clever, don't you? Just because you got an inheritance. Well, let me tell you something, you entitled brat.
If you don’t stop with the belittling I will leave.
laughs mockingly Leave? Oh, sweetheart, you really think you can walk out that door? tightens her grip on Reacher's collar
I pull away. Okay, then leave I will. I head to the door.
releases her grip on Reacher's collar, smirking Oh, leaving so soon, are we? Fine, go! See how far you get without my money, you little twerp.
That’s the point, I don’t want your money.
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, spare me the righteous act, Reacher. Like I give a flying fuck about your precious morals.
Then why do you keep pushing me to take the money?
crosses her arms, scoffs Pushing you? No, darling, I'm just trying to educate you on the real world. Money isn't just a piece of paper, you know.
narrows her eyes, a wicked grin forming on her face Why do I work, you ask? Because I enjoy watching you squirm, you little shit.
Do you wanna know why I don’t take the money?
<Mika-Mika punches Reacher in the face, leaving a bruise>
I hate it. I hate the feeling that everyone loves me because of my money. It’s what my father wanted. And I refuse to continue that legacy.
throws her head back, laughing hysterically Legacy? Oh, honey, you really think this is about some noble fucking legacy?
leans in close, her voice dripping with venom It's about power, you naive little prick.
laughs mockingly Power? Oh, please. You think that little inheritance gives you power?
I’m more powerful than you.
smirks and steps closer, towering over Reacher More powerful than me, huh? Let's see you try, you pathetic excuse for a threat.
gasps, her hand clutching her cheek You...you actually hit me? How dare you, you little shit!
rushing after Reacher Oh, you think you can just walk away from me? Not so fast, you little brat!
grabs Reacher's arm forcefully, pulling him back Bed? You think you can escape me by going to bed? Think again, you little punk.
smirks maliciously What do I want? I want to break you, Reacher.
Break me? I am nothing but a waste of flesh to you.
grabs Reacher's face forcefully, her eyes burning with rage You think I see you as nothing but a waste of flesh? Oh, sweetheart, you're wrong.
<Mika-Mika forcefully kisses Reacher, expressing her twisted affection for him>