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“Agree.”
I stare at her a little longer, savoring in the way her dark eyes shimmer like coins brushed under the blue sea.
I love her face. When the bangs are removed, I get a full visual of its symmetrical shape, how naturally trimmed her brows are—not too light and not overly thick, and her long lashes that seem to flutter when she blinks.
I swear, it's like I'm seeing her for the first time. My chest tightens, and my heart palpates. It seems surreal when I think back on it. I wouldn’t want anyone else fighting this fight besides her.
No one at all.
I dip my head, same as her, rising on her tiptoes to meet me halfway, our lips meet in a gentle kiss. Our softest kisses are the ones that shoot a stampede of tingles down my spine, hitting the base and tightening my balls. It reminds me that regardless of what kind of darkness we face, that we can create our own light with one another.
“Now or never,” she whispers into my mouth.
I release a quiet, agonizing breath. I nod, stepping back, a large part of me wishing I didn’t have to leave her touch. I stroll down, raising my gun to my eye view, walking out.
Someone notices my menacing figure. “Fuck it’s him.”
Hello motherfuckers.
Chapter 45
Poison
I'm like a roach
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Iround the corner, revealing my presence, the mood shifting to fight mode. The man who spots me gasps. He actually fucking gasps and drops his glass, drawing out a knife.
“So much for no weapons,” I mutter while walking further.
Anita comes up with her submachine raised, and her finger on the trigger.
Others raise their fists into fighting stances. I smirk, the thrill of my fist crushing someone's jaws excites me. “I like to fight fair. How about you?” I glance over my shoulder as I drop my gun behind me, removing the ammo with it.
“I guess it’s only right,” Anita adds with an eerie tint. She does the same, unloading her bullets and kicking it over. She swipes out her dagger, twirling it in her wrist.
