Morgan VanderWeele

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His eyes widen and his smirk falls when he realizes he misread me. I’m a product of the Elite Kings, and we don’t cower to our fear, we shoot it between the eyes and call it a win. I lift my hand out the window with my index finger on the trigger, before emptying the clip into his skull. Blood explodes from his forehead as his car skids sideways before flipping four times and landing at the base of the Ferris wheel.
War and his Queen (Carpe Noctem)
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