Hit

by Mallory Hart

There would be hell to pay, but maybe it didn’t matter. I lived in hell already.

“You’re not in the position to be making demands.” No, no I was not. But here I was anyway. Pina, you’re off to a great start, aren’t you?

Weakness got men killed, and weakness came in many forms. It didn’t matter if it was a faulty gun, a sudden sense of guilt or a pair of long, golden legs.