He came for a contract.
He stayed for the view.

By the time the flame kissed his cigar, he’d already lowered his guard. He thought he was about to enjoy himself before pulling the trigger.

He didn’t notice the .45 resting in her left hand, tucked behind wet curls and lifted arms. Turns out, she plays by her own rules.

Uno reverse. This will be his very last job.

Somehow this posted to the "Let's Get Weird" contest gallery before it was even started on the 14th. I'm not sure how to get this back into the correct gallery, so I'm just reposting it where it should be posted. I don't know what happened.