#but shes obvs going into cvs w the baby for supplies

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muse : indiana kinglsey (aka the crime cutie) tw dark themes. plot : she's failing one of her first big jobs horribly. okay, she took out the target. what about their kid? 'take care of it.' made w beta.

' alright, kings. you can do this. ' she was saying a silent prayer to herself in the middle of the stop n' shop parking lot. 'get it together, indiana.' her words were formed behind gritted teeth and she stared at the toddler in the car seat. thank god it was still rear facing. there was a body on the ground between her and the four door vehicle. she thought the SUV looked a little more DOMESTIC than OFFROAD and now she saw why. the d e a d  f u c k  was a father. when she called her boss she was told to TAKE CARE OF IT. what the FUCK did that mean ? ? she was a lot of things but she certainly wasn't a kid killer. so -- she had to take care of it. the blonde decided to shove the body in the trunk, careful to leave as little if not no evidence behind her. 

" come on, cutiepie. " indiana spoke to what she assumed to be a two year old as she unbuckled the car seat. not bothering to unload and move, she just slings the diaper bag over her shoulder and yanks the seat out entirely. it took her a few minutes to figure out how to securely fasten the seat into her car, but once she did she was outta there. the whole time, the kid screamed. indy shuffled through the bag while she drove, navigating through queens on her way to brooklyn. it was hard to focus on her multiple tasks with the child screaming so she drowned it out with the radio. 

" fuck, fuck, fuck - FUCK ! " indy quietly cursed herself as she saw there was only half a bottle of juice and a few diapers in the bag. she dared to turn the radio down as she entered the bridge and the kidahd stopped screaming. maybe they liked music or the car, either way she was happy. "take me to CVS" she commanded her GPS.