Pop My Cherry Daddy!
Everyone’s eyes widened.
And then—
Anna’s body collapsed.
Blood pooled beneath her, staining the cold, unforgiving floor.
And all that remained—
Was silence.
A deafening, eerie silence as Isabella followed Anna to the floor, clutching tightly onto her.
Amma didn’t flinch.
She stood there, gun still raised, her chest rising and falling steadily. Her lips twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smirk, wasn’t quite regret. Just cold indifference.
Anna lay sprawled on the floor, her body still twitching, struggling against the inevitable. Her fingers clawed weakly at Isabella’s dress, her mouth opening and closing, trying to say something—anything.