Enhanced magazines
16 rounds
Ambidextrous capabilities
Lightweight
She was as pretty as her handler.
I’d used the same weapon twenty times or more in the field. It was a well-oiled machine. Slightly compact. Easy to conceal. Easy to carry. But, it packed power.
“Don’t do that, my baby. I won’t be able to forgive you for that.”
“You will. I’m not worried about that. Me forgiving you is what you should be worried about.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Royce.”
“Say the truth. That’s what I want. We’re four days away from voting and the world finds out you’re expecting a child. When, Ishmael Samuel Grayson? When was the last time you stuck your dick inside of Asia?”
A silencer appeared from her handbag. A handbag I’d insisted she purchase. The beautiful piece fit the barrel like a glove. They were a perfect match.
I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. It wasn’t the first time I’d been on the opposite side of the trigger. Though I’d put that life behind me, I was still certain it wouldn’t be my last. Especially not if I kept pissing my baby off.
“August.”
“August when because the math ain’t mathing.”
Her mind was made up. She was ready to burn down the bridge we were building and I would be tasked with rebuilding it.
“August, Royce.”
“August when, motherfucker?”
“The day you walked into my office.”
She smirked. I braced for impact, knowing it would come.
“Hmph,” she scoffed.
Silently, she screwed on the silencer. I released a deep breath.
“Royce– what the fuck are you doing?”
“By any means, Ishmael.,” she sighed.
She aimed at my side, firing a single shot.
“Fuck!” The grunt escaped me though it was no indication of how I truly felt.
Her eyes rolled upward.
“So dramatic.”
I didn’t take my eyes off Royce. She was a mad woman, but she was my mad woman. I’d experienced her vulnerability and I’d experienced her viciousness. I wasn’t sure which one made me fall deeper or which made me fall faster.
She concealed her Glock and snatched the brown paper bag from my desk. In awe of her audacity, I observed every move she made.
“That should put you ahead in the polls,” she tittered with a shrug.
