Bettany laughed at me with a crazy look in her eyes, looking me head to toe like I was a moron, and I did not fault her because me coming back to them really was just suicide.
Subduing the smile on her face at the sight of the black menacing shotgun in front of her, Bettany looked at it curiously.
"I see you got a new toy. Where did you hide it," she said looking at my plain dress and then looking around me.
"Depending on your answer, one of your holes might become a hiding spot."
"Oh, let's try my pussy, I bet it can swallow all of that muzzle," Bettany said unbuttoning her shirt.
I didn't stop her and after undoing some buttons she looked at me with a smirk.
"Naughty boy, so you want to see my perky breasts" Bettany shook her chest.
"I do take off your shirt."
My next word made the smirk on Bettany's face fade away and her eyes harden.
"I'm going to count to 10, if by then you haven't told me where Marcus is, I'll shoot."
One!!
"He's at Queen's Hospital looking for you."
