"Guess what came in the mail."
"A million dollars?"
He drops his hand on the bed and she crawls in, his arm wrapping around her.
"A letter for our services."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. But, Jo, I think you need to see this. This one is about Mick."
He looks at her, then takes the letter.
He reads it once, twice, then folds it and places it on the table under his gun.
"That's not from the government."
"No."
"Neither is it from the Mafia."
"No."
"Zo..." he hesitates.
She turns her face into his chest, his steady heartbeat comforting her.
"I'm going home. Would you come with me? Please?"
"Anywhere." her answer vibrates against his chest.
"But right now, I wanna stay here."
She doesn't give a reply. Instead, she complies with his simple wish and places a kiss on his chest right above his heart beating for her.
{Nazaire Jonah Cortez, Rekiyah Zola Sanusi}
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Russian Roulette
Gizem / Gerilimthe gun has 6 chambers and one bullet loaded. There were five killers, one target. Three rooms, 32 floors Let's play Russian Roulette
