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contents on the ground she watched as her wallet, lipsticks, compact, and other toiletries fell to the ground. She hoped someone would notice she was gone and come look for her before he realized he wasn’t going to find what he was looking for.
    “I told you I don’t have it,” Ashley said.
    “You’re lying,” he walked closer causing her to back up to the building.
    “Sweetie knows I just stepped out for a smoke. He will be coming to look for me if I’m not back in a few minutes.”
    “You’re lying sweetness. I know you don’t smoke. I noticed that night you didn’t smoke or drink. Care to tell me why.”
    Damn she never in a million years would have thought anyone at that party would notice. Shit! Who else had? She was running out of options. She had no doubt he would kill her if he thought she was of no use to him. “Don’t come any closer. I’m warning you.”
    “Ha! Like I have anything to fear from you.” He took another step closer.
    Ashley reached behind her back hoping he wouldn’t notice but he was too busy trying not to stare at her cleavage to pay attention to her arms. Guys. She put her fingers around the butt of the gun she had stuffed in the waistband of her shorts. She drew her arm out and said in her best Dirty Harry voice, “Go ahead asshole, make my day!”
    He started to laugh again but then realized she was holding a gun. He put his arm up to try and knock it out of his face but her arm barely budged. She was stronger than she looked. His eyes widened in surprised.
    “Maybe you should rethink the being scared part, asshole.”
    He recovered quickly and made another step toward her.
    “Don’t move one step closer. This is your last warning.”
    “Or what?” He walked toward her.
    “Or this,” she pulled back the hammer and pulled the trigger. Clean shot right between the eyes. She was a good shot. She didn’t want this to happen but he had left he no choice. She quickly looked around surely someone had heard that. She grabbed her purse but left the contents as it was all replaceable. The backdoor opened and a hulking guy stood in the doorway looking at her and the dead guy bleeding out on the asphalt.
    “What the hell, Ashley.”
    “He left me no option. Besides the world will be better off without him. You need to fix this. I have to get out of here.”
    “Do you have the goods?”
    “Yes.”
    “Ok. You know where to go. I’ll call you when it’s safe.”

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