Undercover Lover

My story isn't for the happy-go-lucky kids out there. My story involves drinkers, guns, money and him. The hot man in the bar with a handgun in his belt. Well, you don't see that everyday so I had to say hello. And drag myself to hell and back in the process.

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"So...you're done with him?" The bartender asked.

"Pfft. Child, please." She waved him off. "I'll never be done with him. And that's what is going to get myself killed."

"Alright. But be careful, one hears talk of things one shouldn't as a bartender. They've been saying a cop is undercover and searching for you." He looked over her head. "Lone Wolf better run, Mr. Handgun is here."

"Don't call me that here." She hissed, but turned around to find the man she found drool worthy searching for someone. Once his eyes found hers he pushed his was through the dance floor and stood in front of her in less then a minute.

"We need to talk." He reached for her hand and led her out the back way, into the dark, wet alleyway. "I know your little reason why you hang around the bars so much."

"Amuse me." She crossed her arms, raised her eyebrow as her heart slammed against her ribcage. If he got this answer right she was definitely going to jail.