C43 Stop Smoking

Moments later, she was carefully deposited into the passenger seat of a car.

From what she could tell, the vehicle had a rather high chassis. It must be an SUV.

Mr. Sniper set her down and pulled his strong arms from his waist. Shishi instantly mourned the loss of his warmth, and she reached out instinctively.

“Mr. Sniper?”

“Yes, I’m here,” he breathed close to her ear