Roger couldn’t believe it was ending like this.
The night had been going perfectly. When the leggy redhead came on to him at the bar, he was dumbfounded by his good fortune. Drinks flowed and she draped on him like a cheap suit.
When she led him somewhere private, he went willingly.
So how did he end up flat on the ground looking up into the barrel of her pistol, her lace-up high-heel boot grinding into his chest?
He knew there was a price on his head. He just never thought his hit-man would be the woman of his dreams.
PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero
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