Sunshine. (H.S)

Sunshine. (H.S)

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TEASE: "Well? Come and get the money Sage." He smiles at me I can feel my blood boil, I look down to grab my knife And I hear a click, a noise I've heard too many times "Shit" I mutter to myself I look back up to see him with a gun pointed at me I leave the knife where it was and take a step closer "Open it" I clench my teeth "Ask nicely and I will." He stands up now "Open the case Harry. I'm not here to play around." I respond taking another step closer "Alright buttercup, since you were so kind" he reaches for the case, turning his back to me I took my chance to grab the knife and put one hand on his chest and the other on his back, flipping him to face me as I pushed him on the bed, quickly getting on him so he doesn't move I held the knife to his neck. Started: september 24, 2020 -
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