Summer P.O.V.
I go outside to meet with Mr. Killer. My heart feels like it's about to jump out of my chest and run a five-mile marathon. I am nervous to know what's about to go down tonight.
A beautiful black jaguar F-type with tinted windows stood by the curb. Wow...wonder how many people he had to kill to afford a car like that! The window rolled down as I walk towards the car and the passenger door flew open.
"Get in." A deep voice said and I obliged.
Mr. Gorgeous aka Mr. Killer was sitting on the driver's seat in all of his glory. He wore a tailored black suit with a black shirt and black tie and looked like a total snack. I suddenly felt self-conscious about my look. No guy should be prettier than me, but here we are.
"So where are we going?" I try to act casual, even though my
