Chapter 17
Two weeks later
Kai
“Good evening. How can I— Oh, it’s you again, sir.”
I glare at the florist with a steely stare, then switch my focus to a guy standing in front of the shelf laden with rose bouquets.
“Out,” I order.
“Excuse me?” He gives me an exasperated look.
I reach into my jacket and pull out my gun, pressing the barrel to the i***t’s forehead. “Now.”
The guy drops the flowers he’s holding and hightails it out of the store. I reholster my gun while approaching the shop door, then flip the sign to closed. When I turn around, the florist is gaping at me with bulging eyes.
“I need flowers that don’t have any pollen. My girl is allergic.”
“Um . . .” He pulls at his collar. “Perhaps, some roses?”
“They don’t have pollen?”
“Well, they do, but um . . . they are consi
