Kristin
Kristin
It was even better than my Glock 23. Lighter, a smoother trigger, less kick. Way more powerful. I could get used to having it.
“Woman, you are bat-s**t crazy.” Rachel chuckled as the door slid open and all six guards rushed into the room with their own weapons drawn and aimed at the now smoking chair.
I ignored them, looking up into her laughing eyes. “Does that mean we can’t be besties?”
“Hell no. I like you even better now that you shot the s**t out of your chair.”
I laughed, completely happy for the first time in days. Freedom sang through my veins like the sweetest poison. I knew I was going to have to face down my mates over this, but I was tired of sitting around like a bump on a log. I’d talked and talked about it, but while they heard me, they hadn’t listened.
