This still makes me laugh, and I wrote it!
"You still killed a DEA agent."
"He had it coming."
"You have to answer for that, Mr. Delvecchio."
I narrowed my eyes. "I've been kidnapped and nearly raped by a SWAT officer, kidnapped and tortured by a crooked cop, attacked by another cop, stabbed by an assassin, attacked by my father-in-law, held hostage at gunpoint, shot at by people who kidnapped my husband, assaulted by mob thugs, kidnapped by an insane doctor running a drug lab, sold as a sex slave, kidnapped and held hostage by drug dealers running a child slavery ring, hid out with an Irish mobster, crashed twelve cars, and—"
"Thirteen cars, caro," Sal added. "You forgot the one you drove through the front of the art gallery."
I shot Sal a quick smile before glaring at the DEA dick again. "I've crashed thirteen cars and been crushed by an elephant. My husband is commander of one of the most elite SWAT units in the city. My uncle is the police commissioner. My parents are Lancaster and Cynthia Harris. My best friend is the son of a mobster. My husband's best friend is an FBI agent. I have a blood bond with the head of the Irish mob. I have twin baby girls who went through teething at the same time."
I crossed my arms as I took a step closer to the DEA agent. I smirked when he took a quick step back. "Do you seriously think you scare me?"