Can't tell a grown man what to do

66 Can’t tell a grown man what to do

Gracie hurried along the corridor. The blood didn’t upset her—she’d seen enough of those already. But, her heart twisted in horror. This wasn’t at all how she’d planned it. She’d hoped that it would be a quiet assassination with the men sneaking in with her help to end that slut’s life.

But, no! Aaron had to be a stumbling block! Gracie sighed, finding that it was as much his fault as it was hers. If only she’d kept her big pie hole shut for a few minutes then he’d still be on her side. But, she’d ruined everything herself.

Now, Gracie had to hope that the commotion won’t attract the police too soon otherwise she was as good as done for. She took a deep breath and hurried on, her gun tightly gripped in her hand. Ten years ago, she’d failed to use this gun for her revenge. Not anymore. Today was the end.

But, Andrew, well…he had to be alive long enough to make a child that would hand her all the things she needed.