“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.” omg.... for dad jardani
assassin dad doesn’t like that kind of talk ! / @owleted
john started the engine and so far, it’s been a quiet ride. he looks out the window and into a busy manhattan street— searching for somewhere safe to drop mona before taking care of the dirty laundry that bloodstained his house. tarasovs, even with their reputation, were an easy target. everyone knew the son was a prick.
“sure.” he says, gripping on the steering wheel and catching the faintests of glimpses of his wedding ring. “but being dead doesn’t make it alright.” sometimes, he can’t help but think how young and how broken she is. his mind wanders off for a moment... sighing when reminding himself that there was a bounty on her head. as ironic as it sounded, bringing her to the mission could be safer.
“you better focus on fixing that handgun instead of death, mona. you’re too young to call it quits.”