Zee. 16 physically, elementary mentally. Faux-hipster text-post reblogger, and fandom freakazoid. Runner of roads and away from adult responsibilities. Cellist in grand ole' Michigana, USA. Moderately proficient at Spanish and Snark. Keepin' up with Teen Wolf, PJO, Glee, FOB and whatever else strikes my fancy. Currently nursing a Dreamworks obsession, specifically How To Train Your Dragon. Just chillin' and trying not to offend anyone.
Careful, honey, it’s loaded,” he said, reentering the bedroom.
Her back rested against the headboard. “This for your wife?”
“No. Too chancy. I’m hiring a professional.”
“How about me?”
He smirked. “Cute. But who’d be dumb enough to hire a lady hit man?”
She wet her lips, sighting along the barrel.