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“You could be on my arm, in a twenty-thousand-dollar dress, and no one would know that you could take them out in seconds. Beautiful. Violent. Deadly.”
“We’re moving quickly.” “My come was dripping out of your pussy two days ago. I’d call this catching up.”
“You’re armed.” “Am I your guard or your date?” “You’re murderous, and stunning. You could be neither of those things and still kill a man with your bare hands. So take your pick. Either way, you’re coming home with me tonight.”
“Let me make you another promise. One day, you will finally be my wife.”
“I want you to myself, in any shape you come in, because I’ll love you regardless of it. Jagged edges and all.”
Fight me. Hate me. Do whatever you need to do to make yourself feel better. But don’t leave.”
Plus, she might get to shoot someone. That sometimes puts her in a good mood.
In our relationship, there’s no question of who wears the pants. No. Ours is a question of who’s carrying the bigger gun. After all, I’m here to look pretty next to my wife.
