12:37 A.M. Los Angeles
"Oh my god, I needed that," Luna said breathlessly, sprawling out beside Anton on the massive bed. Her dark hair was a wild mess, strands sticking to her face. "You, sir, know how to give good dick," she smirked, rolling onto her stomach.
Anton chuckled, leaning back against the headboard. "The pleasure's all mine, m'lady," he replied with a playful bow.
Luna laughed, rolling her eyes as she slid off the bed. She didn't bother covering herself, cat-walking towards the bathroom. Her full, round butt swayed side to side, hypnotic in its movement.
Anton bit his lip as he watched her. "Goddamn," he muttered, shaking his head.
Before he could lose himself in the view, sharp gunfire shattered the calm.
Pop-pop-pop!
Anton's head whipped towards the window. The sound was close—too close.
"What the fuck?" he muttered, instincts kicking in. Before he could think, the bedroom door flung open with a crash, and a masked man burst through, pistol raised.
Bang!
