Shane looked to her with a mortified expression-unsure why the gun had omitted a bullet, but as it seemed to move passed her. He then saw the flicker in her eyes, realizing she had just committed to the grandest scheme of all.
“Sit your ass on the couch, honey.” She spoke, withdrawing the weapon and pulling bullets from a nearby sewing box, embedded in a ball of yarn. He did as requested as the gun he had in his hand was now without any use, resulting in him having dropped it out of fear. There hadn’t been a single issue in regards to him listening as he knew she had been seriously inclined to hurt him-able to use her own assassination of him as a verdict of self defense. “You wanted to know what I did with the money? I spent it on ways to get better at handling you-waiting for the perfe
