Jaded
Her mother stood next to her, the elderly woman in tears over the loss of her hobby, her passion, her job.
"Good play, Margaret," Drake scoffed and took a sip of his coffee. Something wasn't right about the fire, but then again the owner of Judy's bakery never seemed to be on the up and up. Having lived the life of a villain for far too long, he knew one when he saw one.
He pressed his finger over the pretty woman's face and rubbed it. "You, my dear, are most certainly a villain."
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