Page 198 of Morally Corrupt

What the…

Adrian and I rush to the window to look for any signs of him, but there’s none. No body on the pavement, nothing.

We can the surrounding area without luck.

Diana’s put on a robe. His blood is still splattered all over her blonde hair and across her skin.

“You guys are insane, you know that? You could have hurt someone.”

“You, young lady, are grounded!” I tell her firmly.

She shrugs.

“You don’t seem too worried about your boyfriend,” Adrian interjects.

“Why should I? He’s fine. Though he could have done without those two bullet holes.”

“What?” I gawk at her. Adrian too, is frozen in place, as speechless as I am.

“I’m late for class,” she says as she heads into the other room to put on a pair of shorts and a shirt. “You can make yourselves comfortable in the spare bedroom. I’ll be home later in the afternoon.”

“Diana, we just shot your boyfriend. Twice,” Adrian adds drily. “I thought we’d get some more… I don’t know…tears?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she mentions with a roll of her eyes.

We both frown.

She’s almost out the door when she waves a sparkly ring at us.

“He’s my husband.”

Oh, no, she didn’t. That little….

“Will you, or should I make her a widow?” Adrian asks.

I nod at him, proud. There he is, finally asking the right questions.

THE END

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