My breath caught in my throat. I had anticipated them showing back up but didn't think it would be quite so soon. Backing away from the door, I looked behind me to see Striker coming down the stairs, pistol in hand.
"Go into the other room." He growled, gold tooth glinting in the light. I did as I was bid, peeking around the door frame just enough to see what he did next.
Striker unlocked the door and cracked it open an inch, pistol kept out of sight. In a firm, but dull-sounding voice, he asked, "How can I help you?"
I couldn't make out the shark's reply from where I hid, but I watched Striker shake his head in response.
"I'll let her know you stopped by," Striker said, finishing the conversation by shutting the door and relocking the bolt. The figure on the other side of the door stood there for a moment before walking away.
"You can come out now," Striker said gruffly.
"What did he say?" I asked, moving back into the room.
Striker sighed, running a hand through his hair, "You have until tomorrow to give them your answer."
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Little Shop of Romance | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen the mafia begins offering you protection for a fee, you enlist the help of someone willing to get his hands dirty. From the creator of Bless the Broken Road, Heavy is the Head, and more. I do not own Helluva Boss or any of its characters, I'm j...
