(A/N: let the nastiness continue...)
Alonzo's POV:
Oh, she knows she f****d up. I can see it in her eyes.
Breaking those shitty handcuffs wasn't hard at all given they were clearly low quality ones, the kind you buy as toys for a bachelorette party.
The fact that she has them though... that's something I need to look into.
The look of pure shock and fright that crossed her eyes the second she saw my hand moving was quite satisfying.
Honestly, it was just as satisfying as finding another french fry at the bottom of the bag when you thought there were none anymore.
Flipping us over so that I'd be completely on top, her legs trapped inside my own and her hands pinned by mine, I felt a smug smirk growing at her confused frown.
"How the hell did you get the handcuffs off?", she asked d
