Devoured By His Enemy Eyes
Mallory's eyes widen, “Like the real Mafia?”
“Yes, Mal, the ones with the guns and the knives and the axes and the katanas. You two should head back, we'll find another way.”
But Ken's shaking her head, “No way. I haven't spent a whole week in this freezing van with a broken heater just to give up halfway.” Mallory nods in agreement.
“What if he is unto you,” I worry.
“He's not that smart,” Mallory assures.
Kendrick peers into the screen, “We'll get the job done Jo, and be back next week like we planned so quit the worry brows,” she gestures to my wrinkled eyebrows which knot whenever I'm anxious.
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