@cantsxim
with her back pressed against the wall, harley kept her breathing quiet so as not to make herself known to the inhabitants of the home. she pulled her gun and held it up before wanting to smack her own head at her stupidity.
ya don’t NEED the gun, harley, jeeze shmopeeze.
if what big tony had said was true...then she had a feeling she wouldn’t need a gun. maybe a psychiatrist...oh wait...
she held a hand over her mouth to suppress her giggles. focus! she was there because big t said that he was seeing DOUBLE...well, close enough to it. he hd thought it was harley in disguise before the woman had turned and had a child on her hip. that was proof enough for him that it wasn’t his harley.
so she was curious...and now she was here to investigate this doppelgänger of hers. they were just in the next room, and all she wanted was a quick peek, then she would leave. but as quiet as she tried to be, her occasional clumsiness thought otherwise as she tripped on a toy truck and landed with a crash on her bottom.
❝ OW! ❞ she shrieked before clapping a hand over her mouth and grimacing. ❝ whoopsie daisies... ❞









