Chapter 143 Be My Girlfriend

• RUE
• I stacked the last of the ammo boxes on the counter, tapping my gloved fingers against the wood. The smell of gun oil and powder hung thick in the air, and I tried not to inhale too deeply. The smell gives me a headache.
• "Yep. That's the last shipment for today," I muttered, scribbling numbers in the ledger. My phone buzzed in my pocket, making me jolt. One glance at the screen, and I knew it wasn't just a work text.