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Don’t just accept the hand you’ve been dealt in life. Sometimes, you need to be the dealer.
As I follow him out of the room, I wonder what the woman I’m going to kill looks like in person.
When I saw Ravenna Pisano descending the stairs, however, I barely managed to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. I’ve seen several pictures of her, but they didn’t do her justice. There are beautiful women. And then . . . there’s her.
“Sure. And what about eye color? Do you have a preferred hairstyle, maybe?” he sneers through the line. “Do you think I’m running a fucking ‘dead people to order’ service? Where the fuck would I get you a body?”
😂😂😂
How is it possible to want to kill a person, and feel the urge to protect them at the same time?
Without a thought, I lean forward, grasp her waist and lift her out, setting her onto dry ground.
