Maria threw her burner in the metal trash can and lit it up with a lighter and a paper.
She picked up the cigarette from the ashtray and took a puff. No word from Fin by this time only meant one thing.
He failed to kidnap the b***h.
A wise person once said if you want something to be done right, you have to do it yourself.
She couldn’t agree more at this point.
She drank from the bottle of whiskey.
Maria stood up and staggered a bit but, she persisted and she walked to the mirror hung on the wall.
She looked at her appearance.
Her blonde hair was in a messy bun and she was naked.
She had never had a problem with carrying out her plans, what was with Arya that she couldn’t?
“That b***h must have a big old truck of luck”, she said and took a swing from the bottle.
“But you, you d
