Either I was having one hell of a hangover, or Strawberry Shortcake herself was standing in front of me and pointing a gun at my chest. Vince cursed beside me, and I barely held back a smirk despite the situation. No one ever got the jump on him—it was why he was my number two, after all—and if his piece weren’t currently pointed at me, I would’ve laughed my ass off at this little girl getting the better of him.
