On instinct, River takes the still lit cigar from the ash tray. Impulsively, she takes the end to Redfieldโs temple.
โWastinโ our time ainโt gonna do much. Iโm usually very patient, sir. โ
It was like Ashe was watching a movie, she wasnโt in her own body at all. Feeling relief when River removed the mustache, damn thing was itchy enough. As enticing as a payout sounded the bounty for Redfield wouldโve been greater.
The man flop to the floor, his firearm sliding
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โ Now please, make this easy cause I for sure ainโt gonna let them bury yaโ six feet under of they find your body โ
Another inhale of smoke and she diffuses the cigar in aforementioned ash tray.
Santana turns her focus to Caledonia.
If it bothers ya so much maybe I will stop. At the end o the day sleepin quarters are private matters. Canโt judge what goes on behind closed doors darlinโ