Chapter 78: Prince Of The City

She had headphones on and I could hear that racket she was listening to. She was pumped as fuck and her energy had everyone else on their toes. The boys looked ready for anything and for once their conversation didn't make me want to put one in the both of them. It was the weirdest lead up to a hit I'd ever seen. I listened to their light conversation as I let my mind go through every scenario that could play out tonight.

Once we were on the jet I saw the change come over her. It was in her eyes. The girl was gone and in her place was a calm cool, stone cold killer. I don't even think she saw me when I called her name and she turned to look at me. I studied her without saying a word and that shit never changed.

I took her hand in mine and rested my head back against the seat. I noticed the din in the cabin as the others spoke in hushed tones. My guts knotted as the plane's wheels touched down less than an hour later. I moved to pick up her bag but she beat me to it and he