Chapter 12
Making my way back into the bedroom, the smell of sex lingered from last night and this morning. If it was anymore pungent, it would've made my eyes burn. Grabbing my dress and bra, I quickly put them on before frowning at my shredded thong in the corner of the room. Guess we're going commando today I thought to myself as I slipped my boots up my legs before grabbing my clutch and keys.
I was almost to the front door when it swung back open and someone who was most definitely not Scar walked in.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked in a thick brooklyn accent, reaching back towards the waistline of his pants. He's definitely packing some heat..
"I could ask you the same thing." I challenged, taking a small step back. He eyed me up and down a few times before an evil smirk took over his face.