Keeping track of what was happening around her proved to be almost impossible after Theodore told her she now had a target on her back and anyone who wanted an easy paycheck just had to put a bullet through her skull.
Thankfully, things were almost calm. A stark contrast from what they had been over three hours before. The life-saving frenzy had ended, and with Morris no longer on the knife’s edge between life and death, they could all breathe easier.
That was if they didn’t think about the fact that Dwayne Fowler had put a contract out for Mirabelle’s throat. Damn, she shouldn’t be shocked. In fact, she should have expected it. But it seemed some small, stupid part of her brain still held on to a grain of hope that the man wouldn’t just pay for her death.
Mirabelle blinked and shook he
