In his arms
Laughter rang out across the pub, as he struggled in her grasp, blood was coming out of his nose and his face was bright red with rage and embarrassment as he tried to loosen her grip, but it was useless, Aimee had been taught by the best.
A small dagger, concealed within one of her clunky rings, found itself resting against the prospects jugular, and Aimee leaned down to answer his earlier question.
"An audience with my father would be good prospect," She stated coldly, and as he looked at her in obvious confusion, she clarified, "Your prez numbnuts, I'm Wild Bill's oldest daughter, but you can call me vengeance."
BRAXTON'S POV
The Henchman watched his woman from the safety of darkness. Tha