Well, f*ck. (OTA)
After a night spent searching, there was only one conclusion that Wesley could reach.
Rachel was gone. His gorgeous, funny, sexy fiancee was gone. The village that he'd loved had kind of taken his nuts in a vice and twisted. Fantastic.
He sat on a bench in the park, looking at the jogging path where he'd first met her, his gun on his thigh. He'd intended to go to the shooting range, but lost his motivation.
So, he sat in the cold, staring out at nothing.
Rachel was gone. His gorgeous, funny, sexy fiancee was gone. The village that he'd loved had kind of taken his nuts in a vice and twisted. Fantastic.
He sat on a bench in the park, looking at the jogging path where he'd first met her, his gun on his thigh. He'd intended to go to the shooting range, but lost his motivation.
So, he sat in the cold, staring out at nothing.