More writing muscle workout.
This week: Solo / Action

OCT09-20

Ducked.

Fired.

Crouched.

Moaned.

Motherfucker.

How could Dino have known the agency would call him for a mission tonight? On his day off.  Minutes after he got railed within an inch of his life. He was a guy who can take a pounding,  but that sweet burn as he crouched…

Fuck.

Too distracting.

Couldn’t keep his mind truly focus.

Even as bullets ricocheted around him.

Fired another round.

Dino would avoid doing that YA book thing where the heroine mooned over her love interest while she kicked the bejeezus out of her foes. There’d be no mooning here— just bejeezus-kicking ‘cause the love interest have been interested in just one thing.

My tight ass.

Dino snorted as he sprang, shooting, from behind the dumpster. He got one of the fuckers making his life difficult in that foggy dark alley when he should have been relishing the afterglow of those chunky twelve inches.

Dang it.

I’m doing YA thing.

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