Nikita took it from her. They hadn’t had time to inspect it carefully before. She dropped the magazine and held it up to the light.
“Full,” Drake said looking over her shoulder.
“So no way to tell if this was the weapon that shot at us, but the model and silencer make it likely.”
“Please tell me you hurt the man bad.”
“Well, I can tell you one thing, Sweet Cheeks,” Nikita leaned in and kissed Drake on the nose. “After what Sugar did to him, he may never have s*x again.”
