When I emerged from my bedroom, I looked somewhat like the Serpent of Eden. More importantly, I felt like the Serpent of Eden. Complete with Crowley's signature sunglasses, I felt ready to take on the Mafia boss himself.
Striker only raised an eyebrow when he saw me. Doing a small spin for him, I asked, "How do I look?"
When he didn't reply, I said, "I'm supposed to be Crowley. From Good Omens?"
All I got in answer was a shrug of the shoulders. Rolling my eyes behind the sunglasses, I quipped, "You really need to read more, or at least watch the damn show."
Striker looked as though he was about to reply, but a sudden loud hammering on the shop door downstairs startled the both of us. I looked from the stairs to Striker, my insides feeling like jelly. The assassin cocked his pistol with a grin, growling, "They're early."
Taking a deep breath, I asked as calmly as I could, "Do you think this will work?"
Striker's glowing eyes met mine, "It's our only shot."
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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...
