“It’s clean. And, just so you know, right now Donatella Devereaux is boarding a flight to Georgia, and I’m picking her up from the airport.”
Donna’s breath hitched. He had so thoughtfully done something she was too angry and reckless to do. He thought ahead.
“Use this,” he said, handing her a silencer.
Donna acquiesced and twisted the tool on the weapon.
Lincoln zipped the bag and swung it around his back. After tucking his arms in the straps, he pulled his own weapon out of the holster. Together, they continued through the trees.
“Lincoln?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t kill anybody. They’re mine.”
“Okay, I won’t,” he whispered.
“I mean it. Promise me,” Donna pushed.
Lincoln chuckled softly. “I promise I won’t kill anyone.”
“Thanks, babe.”
When they broke from the trees, Donna clutched the grip of the Desert Eagle. She was ready to see how much damage the semi-auto could do.
“Oh…Linc?”
“Yep?”
She turned to him with a smirk. “Let this be the last time I see yo ass in ‘blackface’.”
