At three pm, we were as ready as we ever could be. With my black overalls and my strapped sandals along with my winged black eyeliner, I looked like a demented child, but I tried to look intimidating beside the two attractive-looking killers. I was not cut out to be a part of them, but I loved them nonetheless.
We followed Mrs. Christina the moment we arrived at their hidden place, as his mom liked to call it, they had changed their home from the Ritz-Carlton to their secret destination.
"Mom, are you sure this is the right place?" Levy asked with his usual slicked back hair as he pursued behind his mom at the tattoo shop.
She pressed a button on the shop's door and told us to step back as the tattoo shop collapsed to reveal the truth: a dark, dust-coated dungeon with a closed metal doo
