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"No I am not a Queen pin sweetheart I am simply a thief or Hit girl you can say but I am not in any gangs or Cartel I just steal and kill and get rich" Myra said to Laci that was now backing away from her "Why do you even waste your time stealing don't you know there are people more powerful then you" Laci said now finally backing into a wall Myra Then Walked more closely and Laci glances at the pistol that was tightly gripped in Myra's hand "No that's where your wrong I am the powerful one" Myra said now with a grin "Don't you know your gonna get caught up one day ?you can't do this forever Myra ?" Laci said to Myra she was now face to face to her and Myra stared intently at Laci's Breast that displayed perfectly through her slick robe "You talk to much Laci how about I hush you up?" Myra chuckled as she teased Laci's breast with the cold tip of her pistol "How much money do you want?" I can wire it to you fast"Laci said as her voice shook feeling the hand gun on her breasts With a smile Myra simply said "6 mill.. But I'm still gonna have to kill ya" I can wire it my self" Laci than squeezes her eyes shut then opens her eyes to see her sister behind Myra "Myra the thing about this is your not in power anymore and Reeves isn't either"Laci whispered to Myra and let out a chuckle Myra then took her gun off safety and grabbed Laci by her throat "Bitch how the fuck do you know that name!" Myra said yelling as she tightly gripped Laci's neck in one hand and tightly held her pistol to her head with the other hand But Laci just smiled in Myra's face but before Myra could threaten her any longer in a swift motion Laci sister karate kicked Myra causing her to fall helplessly to the floor knocking her flat out The twins then looked over a Sleeping Myra "Daddy's gonna like what we found" Lili said while smiling at her sister Laci
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