The tension in the room is so thick that Kim knows she can slice through it with a knife, she feels bad because she wants to fire this topic, have a companion and them leave.
"Tell me, Colt, have you?" she asks, her voice as small as a feather.
Taking a sharp breath and blowing it out of his mouth, he mutter, "I want to, but not know, I have everything I could ever asked for here, and now, I have you,"
Kim knows she was hearing this thing too, her body shivers for a little moment, but she reels herself upward, she needs to talk and fast, this isn't even funny, hell no, grabbing her side of the chair, she spears her big brother with harsh looks.
"Stop, Colton, sincerely, the Verras will come looking for me, and with the bullet print on my back, they will do worse, they will keep me
