𝙳𝙾𝙳𝙶𝙴‍ ‍ —-‍ ‍ ᴛʜɪs ‍!

“𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣.

a leopard — printed coat covers her scandalously short dress. she takes her phone and purse and high heels begin clicking in front of him, towards the exit.

his hand lands on his for a second, before he shoves it off. “and i beg you to remember we’re here for business, not to chase some prostitutes all night.”

please keep chasing me.

“shut up,” his tone is cutting, the mood for jokes disaapearing. “this isn’t about her. we’ve got a situation and we gotta move fast.”

her smile grew. “i’m starving! you know what’s a good thing after such a night? tacos.”

⠀no ⠀one ⠀needs ⠀reminding ⠀that ⠀the ⠀world ⠀is ⠀a ⠀𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬.

“i do,” a sweet giggle. there’s a small pistol slid in her garter. “but i can come with you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“it’s a new day, new crimes, new opportunities, come on.” he splashes a few more droplets of water from his fingers against his face. “we gotta have some.. hustle? is that what the teenagers say nowadays? hustle.”

you're just a rose in a cauldron of thorns．

i’ll find them, i’ll find who did this, and i’ll kill them all.

“ no but maybe think before you speak ?—— just a suggestion , ” she answered back dryly , a brow quirking up slightly.

“ mm , i wonder why” a low hum settled between her lips , ash falling into to a ashtray . studying the other from the arm chair in which she sat in. “ and let me guess , it’s always what do you want ?”