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"Not really. You talk sometimes."
When she got to one, she twisted her head and managed to yank her head under the grip of the choke hold, slipping out of his grasp. The guard's...
His arms were wrapped around her waist, his head on her shoulder.
She paused before giving him a quick kiss.
She succeeded and shot him in the head, her intense eyes dangerous. She looked up at him for a moment and gestured with her head. "Behind you!"
"I'm not," he agreed, ruffling her hair. "Mama, do you snore?"
He pulled back the hammer. "Try me." Poppy's eyes were wide, and her hands were on the guard's arm, trying to pull it back from her throat. She...
(yoop!)
"Hush. None of this."
Someone came up behind her and she kicked back, shooting him blankly in the chest before turning back and ducking from a punch, swiping her free...
Aubrey clambered up, grinning. “You’re not dead.”
He sneered, but Francis would be able to tell he was scared. “If you shoot me, I guarantee I’ll kill her before I die.”
He joined her after a moment, his breathing steadying.
“Please, Sam.”
Petra took his lead, firing bullets into the crowd.
He flushed instantly. “Ah... you were very pretty.”
He succeeded, but the man holding Poppy quickly placed a gun to her temple. “Don’t move!”
He grinned before closing his eyes as well.
“Oh, God, Stop.”
They entered a large room where a round table was surrounded by laughing, chattering gang members. They fell silent the instant Petra and Gabe...
