Dressed To Kill
04.16.10
“Here’s the equipment for tonight, babe.” He placed a box at her feet. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the large gun nestled among the clothing and other items in the box, all of them black or near enough.
“Is that an AK-47?” She raised her eyebrows at him and her brow furrowed.
“Sure is, babe.” He grinned at her, but his usual charm did nothing to allay the worry in her look.
“But I haven’t ever…”
“It’s dead easy, babe. Here, I’ll show you”, he said, picking up the gun and slotting in an empty magazine. “All you need to do now is cock it like this, make sure the safety is off and pull the trigger.” He handed her the weapon; she took it, looking less worried, but he could see a little doubt still lingering in her eyes. He took hold of her by the shoulders and lowered his head so that his face was level with hers.
“It’s big money tonight, babe. You’re not going to flake out on me, are you?” Read the rest of this entry »
