*Shawn P.O.V*
She kicked me were no man should be kicked. The nerve of that girl is just so...arg. but its suucch a turn on. Cuz damm she is one fine pieace of meat.
I expected my arm wound. I press a finger to it. "FUCK!" It hurt like a mother. I took out my phone and dialed jasons number.
"Come pick me up. I lost her." I hung up after that.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> a car ride later
We go in to the Bosses office. He lookes up from his piles of papperwork.
"Hey boys. How can i help you? Did the job get done?" He asks with a slit edge to his voice.
"Yes we got the job but..." i start.
"Go on i dont have all day." He states.
"This girl saw us and booked it but when i got to her she burnt me and hit werebit hurts, sir." I say wincing in the memory.
"I want her." The Boss informs
"Wait why?" I question.
"Because you see we need a baiter and a fighter bring her to me by the end of the week."
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