“I caught their boss in the tunnels and cut his head off. He had long, greasy hair, so I wrapped my hand around it…I cracked about four bodyguards’ faces in with it. Then I threw on their uniform and used the radio to track where everyone was.”
“Jesus,” Luciella blurts, screwing her face up. “I didn’t need to picture that when I feel so sick already.”
“Sorry, sweetheart.”

📚Restitution/Edge of Darkness