If I knew you guys liked the book so much I would have updated everyday ❤️ sadly that can't happen 😔 I want to change Halo's name but that's so much work so comment some nick names
If one of yall comment "bitch" I'm gonna lose it-
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"Doesn't it suck working for someone like her." Jackson mumbles as Halo sits on the leather couch; running the night shift. "Doesn't it suck being tied up with a pistol held in front of you."
Jackson chuckles and lowers his head. Not out of shame, but for his own humanity. The life left in his heart was slowly fading away with every cut,slash and beating they've given him. However, with each sorrow it reminds him that he's still human.
"You said you wanted to get Y/n or her manager right?" Halo raises a brow as Jackson looks up. She chuckles and responds with a nod. "I can get her for you if you just let me go," he makes eyes contact with her and her green eyes pierce his soul.
She stands up and let's out a hearty laugh. "Jackson, sweet Jackson," she points the pistol at him and smiles. "If I had a dollar for every person I shot," she speaks in a low voice. "I'd be a peasant." Jackson looks up at her with confusions in his eyes.
"And why is that?" He challenges causing her to smirk. Jackson saw that there was no good in this women's heart. She was confused, naive even.
"because, I just don't shoot my victims." She walks behind him and whispers in his ears.
"I torture them until every last drop of humanity is sucked out of them."
Halo laughs maniacally and walks in front of him. She makes the shooting motion causing him to jump slightly.
She smirks seeing him cowar out of fear.
"You read way to many mafia books." She exits the room and he starts to break down.
The small amount of strength and confidence he had left went.....
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"Poof!"
"Then what happened next Y/n?"
You smile as Timothy's eyes sparkle with delight. You were currently at Emma's small condo; babysitting while she went out for groceries.
Hiding in the fort you both build, you share stories your father used to tell you. The old folktales that always had a meaning to them. You've learned a few things from each story.
