~A Standard Life~
A Collection of Cupcake Stories
Day 19
Her stomach growls. The gunshot wound on her butt hurts. She has just killed a man. For the very first time in her life. In self defense. And she still isn't sure how she feels. Is she supposed to feel guilty? Is she supposed to feel uneasy? Is she supposed to feel relieved? Is she supposed to break down? Is she suppose to cry? She looks down at her hands. No. They are not shaking. She looks up and focuses her eyes on the spot where the man who'd tried to kill her got shot and died. No. She doesn't feel nauseous or sick. She closes her eyes and thinks hard for a while, and decides that she doesn't regret what she did. It wasn't her fault. She prefers life to death. And she was just trying to save herself.
Her stomach growls again and she frowns. Where the Hell is Pino's delivery guy? She's starving. She wants her pizza. Now. She's about to pick up her phone and make a complaint call when a knock comes from the front door. She fishes a couple bills out of her shoulder bag and looks out of the peephole. Hot spicy cheesy pizza. And something else. She leaves the safety chain on and unlocks the door and looks straight into the grinning face of the all too familiar hairy man. She knows why he's here. She's glad he's here. Without a word she smiles and crooks a finger at him. Without hesitation he leans closer toward her and his grin deepens. And in lightning speed she raises the gun in her hand and shoots the rat bastard right in his face.
She's Stephanie Plum, a female rookie bounty hunter in her late 20s. She, like most Jersey girls, knows how to hold grudges, and she'll ALWAYS remember the arrogant cocky smile on Joe Morelli's face when he trashed her apartment and cuffed her naked to her shower curtain rod. Till the day she dies.
End of Day 19
~Payback's A Bitch~