Her first mission. Her first fucking mission. She could not die.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I made a right on Penelope's Place and waited for her. This was the path she'd come down. If I could grab her, we could rendezvous with Saint. We'd be out of here in no time.
I just prayed to God I wasn't too late, that she was okay and safe.
For someone who's angry, you sure are concerned about her safety.
I needed Saff to?myself to discuss our issues extensively. I was going to tan her hide first though.?
Her arse is plenty tan enough.
Fucking hell. The last thing I needed was to think about her arse and how it felt to touch her, her body pressed up against mine, riding me, taking everything I had to give her. Fuck.
I wasn't much for God or religion, but now was the time to pray. I hoped to God I knew her well enough to assume that she would come this way. Of all the things she'd taught me in strategy and ops, she would have insisted I follow the path of least resistance straight to the pier.
So in the shadows, I waited for her. At the small of my back, I palmed my gun and waited, hoping to God that Saff followed her own advice.