Chapter 7: Ira
Ira waited in the coach. When the large guy got off, she got off too. She walked behind him, practically jogging, his legs were so long and hers were so much shorter she couldn’t possibly keep up with him at a normal pace.
No matter. She worked out, after all.
He climbed the metro stairs and she shadowed him.
Despite her red dress, he didn’t pay attention to her. She wasn’t that pretty, and her being different made a lot of men look away.
Ira clenched her fists and followed him. He got off the metro station and walked down the street. Ira didn’t really know where she was but she didn’t care. All she saw was red in her vision, all that mattered was the unsuspecting son of a b***h in front of her, all she wanted was to pummel him to the ground.
She saw a beggar approach
