Explosive Chic
She's too close; not retreating.
I'm scared to death of her, and this must be the end I've been dreading—the one making up my nightmares and lodged in my throat.
But…she's with…Emmett? Why are they getting closer? Why are they on my land and in my space?
I pull the trigger before I think, before I allow myself a moment for my brain to tell my fingers to stop.
And there's suddenly a hell of a lot of blood, and my mind is fading to black because I don't know what the fuck I did that for, and there's two frantic men trying to make this right.
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A/N: Needed to add this mini-update here. Make sure to read Code Name: Tantrum, the sister story of Heroin Chic.
PS. Since there's an obvious lack of basic human decency in this fandom, I'll add the message here as well: If you're reading something for free, don't be a motherfucking asshole. And further, don't be more of a chickenshit twat by not signing in and owning your fuckery.