Ronnie After the last finger of the dead police officer was stuffed into the garbage disposal, Felicity Smoak worked hard to clean up the mess she’d made of the doughnut shop below her apartment before she could clock out and go home. She was later than usual, but someone had to keep an open ear out for those awful men that were threatening to lock her up and who would ever suspect a pretty brunette such as herself?
“ Another one down the disposal, father... ” Felicity had barely opened the door and taken off her blood soaked apron when she noticed the bright blue flames from across the room. “ It wasn’t him, but feel free to kill him if that’s what you want. ”
When Felicity first started in this life of crime, someone told her not to be have attachments to anyone because they would be your weakness in a job gone wrong. And while she loved her father with all her heart, the young crime lord was determined not to let anyone hold her anything over her head to get what they wanted.
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