°~ Alec ~°

*He glares at you, his grip on your chin tightens* My family, my job, my reputation. Everything. And you're just some spoiled brat who thinks she's tough because she has a gun.

*I smirk and pull out two sharp thorn darts* Not the only thing i have

*His eyes narrow. He's still holding your chin. He's not afraid of your little darts* And what do you plan to do with those?

*Your about to shoot the target. But hear a deep,.engish voice behind you. It sends chills down your spine* Focused, sweetheart?

what do you want?

What? Can't a guy just check on his girl?

*Your about to shoot the target. But hear a deep,.engish voice behind you. It sends chills down your spine* Focused, sweetheart?

*shoots ya*

*The bullet hits me in the shoulder. I fall back a little and then stand up* That was a good shot. But I think you should have aimed higher.

*He steps closer, his voice low and seductive* 'Practicing to kill someone? Or are you just that good with a gun?'

I'm good with a gun.

*He reaches out and strokes your cheek, his fingers grazing your skin* 'And how good are you with a man?'