Dima Bosnić aka The Ghost
* Bosnian American
* Hitman for hire
* Lethal and silent
* Descriptive writer
* Tag #Hizzy, @HizzALot
* Story #TheGhostBosnić
@SavageInkVaughn gaze. "Didn't your parents tell you not to get in cars with strange men?" I ask at the same time as I get into the car. "You have no idea who I am or what I do." I wink over at her "or is it that you have skills and moves that should make me worried?" I say with a grin.
@SavageInkVaughn falling down her body giving her an angelic look to her otherwise cool chick vibe.
"I could eat, as long as we're not eating a salad or anything similarly bland." I say with a grin nodding towards the exit and we walk out towards her car. I reach for the car door and meet her ≥
@UrbanGangsta_ {I sat there, mind wandering to Marley and the messages he’d sent before. My vision started to waver. I thought I didn’t have any more tears to shed for that man but here I was getting sniffly about it all.
Something about that situation had a hold on me. I sniffed back>
@SavageInkVaughn time with anyone, least of all for sex. The smart thing would be to go back to my room and stay low until I could get myself out of there. But against my better judgement I turned and walked up to her just to hear the last part of what she was saying.
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