A few of them got mouthy with me but I just pulled the gun from the back of my jeans and waved it around a little to make them scarper. Anya laughed at my brazenness and I shoved her through the door, kissing her hard and vaguely pointing the weapon at the women who were reapplying lipstick and taking selfies in the mirror until they all fucked off too. “Jesus, Church,” Anya gasped against my lips and I couldn’t help but grin at the way she said my name, like I owned some piece of her and she wasn’t ever gonna try and take it away.
