Blood Love

I found a promising thug who had a gun sticking out of his pants. I walked straight up to him,

exaggerating my walk a bit as I smiled and gently squeezed his gun...

“Nice gun, can I play with it?” I asked

He smiled showing off his gold plated teeth. Tattoos covered his arms as he pulled mine back.

“Not so fast girl, nobody gets my gun that easy” he smirked.

I pouted and leaned in to kiss him. He pulled back but not enough to make a difference. I pressed my

lips to his and wrapped my arms around his neck. Before he could push me away again, I bit his lip and

he returned the favor. He tasted of nicotine and tooth decay but I couldn’t stop, I needed his gun. We

were backed to the wall of the alley and I pressed into his body. He quivered with excitement. I slipped

my hands into his sagging jeans and slid my hand down his shaft and I grinned.

He had a silencer on the barrel. I pulled my hand back and pulled the trigger. He fell away as blood

poured from his thigh. He would bleed out within minutes. Emptying his pockets I found a handful of

shells and a knife. I took all of them and headed back to the salon. My stylist needed a visit...