Sharky watched as you grew more and more agitated, your hands shaking as your beautiful eyes (which he secretly loved) looked at the map on the table. "Hey..." Sharky says, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his goatee lightly scraping the skin, sending shivers down her spine. "I know you really want to kill these motherfuckers but…" He moves his lips to her ear. "You should take a break. I don't want my girl thinking about killing while I f__k her." He speaks, letting out a chuckle.