Hot Tub Blood
*Trigger warning: this chapter contains violent acts and sexual situations that may not be suitable for all readers*
"Perfect," breathed Ezra, a smirk appearing on her face and as if Camila picked up her change in demeanor, she looked into her eyes and the angel of death signed her to their next destination.
They both stood up at the same time and walked side by side to the glass room where their target was. Camila knocked on the door and they waited for a response that came a moment later when a big, frowning woman covered in tattoos opened the door. "What do you two want?" she snarled.
"To speak to Miss Atkins," replied the Latina.
"Why would you want to speak to her?" she questioned, her frown deepening.
Camila started to say "Because-" but the woman next to her quickly interrupted her.