3.5 stars Have to add this quote since I keep snickering remembering it.“Please, Desiree. No more tears. I can’t handle any more.”“Look, bitch,” Desiree snapped. “If I wanna be fuckin’ grateful for you people protecting my son, I’m going to be mother-fuckin’ grateful.”“My delicate flower,” Mace muttered.“Shut up.”He grinned, winked at Dee. Yeah. Some couples were just meant to be together.