Beautiful Disaster
If she could speak, she'd tell this man her last words: she had zero regrets for all the wicked things she'd done.
"I guess I'll have to help you along then," he continued as he aimed the gun at her head and fired, instantly snuffing out the light in her eyes. But even when he could see she was dead, he still fired three more shots in her face and head, just to make doubly sure.
"This is what we do to blackmailing bitches," he muttered as he pulled out his phone and took a photo of the dead blonde, throwing the black rose at her feet before heading for the front door.
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