Fleur Potter sat in her husband‘s lap, nestling against his chest, with a blissful smile, she lifted her head to look at her husband and said, “My love? Do you remember how we got here?”
“Of course I remember darling,” Harry chuckled in amusement.
“Oh, the bodies we left that day…“ She murmured, her hot breath sent shivers down her heart’s spine.
“I think the final kill count was three hundred apiece?”
Fleur nodded, “I can’t believe it only took six hundred government officials to take over the world, want to do it again?”
This is the story of the European John Wick and Perkins, have fun ladies and gentlemen…