Who knew karma had such a perfect aim? It never misses, always plays the game. With a wink and a smirk, it serves up the pain, Like a cosmic joke, with nothing left to explain. Guess we should thank it for keeping things so plain! For the Queen's crown had tumbled.
“f**k!” Carla muttered, furiously biting her fingers. She thought she had lost them, but those pathetic idiots still found her regardless. Now she had to stress her already exhausted brain to figure out how to lose them again. But that was exactly the problem
— she was trapped in this expensive hotel, and those bastards — Hunter’s men — had already surrounded the building. She peeked out from behind the curtains. There they were—about a dozen men in black suits and dark sunglasses, stationed across the street.
She had specifi
