Telica
Jan 01,2020, Washington DC
There was commotion. Several men shouted and heavy footsteps rushed through the house. Mila was oblivious to the knocking on the front door, but he wasn’t. He ripped his lips away from hers and rushed over to grab an AK perched up by the window. He peaked out the blinds.
Mila wiped her lips. “What’s going on?”
He stepped away from the blinds. “Someone is at the front door. They are not using the special knock.”
She frowned. “Do you want me go out there and get in my car and circle the neighborhood. They might follow me and that would give you time to get out of here just in case it’s the pigs at the door.”
He raked his hands through his hair. A smile curved his lips. “Say it. If it’s the last thing, I heard, I’ll die a happy man.”
Rolling her eyes,
