Chapter POV: Robyn Lithgow Smith
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"Ya ready, cunt?"
"Lady Rhiannon, there is no need to be calling me that. And are you sure this is okay? Lady Minerva has not authorized this operation."
I turned to the four eyed bogan in front of me. If I didn't need his {fate} I wouldn't have even brought him. All he did was whinge about what Bella did or said.
'[Inventory] MAC-11.'
Pulling out one of my beloved guns I stabbed the muzzle into his forehead. Van Micron froze on the spot. He audibly swallowed in nervousness. I could hear his pulse grow faster. Even though they moved better thanks to {Call My Name} against me, they were still slow as fuck.
"Look here, you stupid ass dick headed fuck stick. I only answer to one person. And that is Possum. I am a Siren; I can do whatever the hell I want. I can even blow your head off right now. You think he would miss you?"