{☤}—-Last night she'd shot a security guard. He was pointing a gun at them; and so she had yanked her pistol out of her thigh high stockings and shot him in the head. But he was going to hurt Maddox. And blow their cover. She couldn't risk that. And she didn't even feel bad! She woke up feeling light as a feather; rolling onto her side before straddling her lovers waist; her palms against his chest as she leaned in to press a kiss to his brims; her hair hanging against his chest and collar bones.
"Hmm; wake up prince. We've made it another day!"













