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Loba never considered herself one to not think things through. Which is why, when given the opportunity to go back in time to be the one who kills Kaleb Cross, she took it. Now, when faced with the actual hitman, she may have to consider otherwise.
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Cross closed the lighter, bringing the cigar up to his mouth.
When Andrade stomped up and ripped it clear out of his hands, that same smirk of his faded into an expression of genuine surprise. Possessively sinking her teeth into it, she took a proud puff. Blowing it out to the side, she held it in hand and gestured broadly over the bed.
“I’m not wearing any of this.” Loba shot at him with a proud tilt of her chin.
The Greatest Hitman in All the Outlands blinked at her from his seat, before grinning.
“Hey, if you want to be the one to walk out in that, I won’t stop you.”
His eyes wandered her form again, bringing Loba’s attention back to the fact that she was still only wearing his bathrobe, barely covering her after yet another fight.