urfed the internet for who Darrell cortex might be, and why she hadn't heard much abou

ast,” she said to Marley over the phone. “Come to the lavida bar

fast’ sen

to the bar, Claire had a rethink, she either stay here and browse endlessly, or check out what Marley had to

d she poss

the moment she saw a girl throwing up right outside, with a group of smokers puffing

nk weird, Claire had her eyes glued on Marley, Marley would never be drunk in a

up of alcohol, which surprisingly tasted sweet, “act drunk there are snipers a

more quiet and shielded place in the bar, “ how did you know

only way to see him," Marley said, still trying to maintain her stance, afte

et away from him. The bulky man had noticed an

e staggered like she could fall anytime soon. She is a perfect actress. “I see a fine gentleman over there” she wink

utside didn't

se voice echoed in her ears. “Well, don't be rude, I just need

n. He sounded like Optimus Prime, from the movie Transformers.

st immediately the bulky man pulled her back with his firm hands. “Sit prope

” she said, still studying him closely. If he was showing any trace of lust, th

well be the hardest mission yet. All her victims were either greedy or lustful,

s perplexed already and had begun to lose hope. “Well, I am horny, I don't know about you,” she sai

gun. “Well, I am gay”, he said slowly removing her arms off his th

e run her hands over his manhood down there, hoping he would react to her touch. “But I bet I

he squeezed them hard, threatening to break her bones. She winced in pain, as

for a suspect, Claire heard this knowing fully well that Marley's life was at s

who had watched the whole scene choked on her drink. They noticed the odd behavior and imm

ne the meeting”, he said in an authoritative voice as he exited the bar effortl

, he tossed her inside like a bag of l