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  • Enemies-to-Lovers x Crime x Drama x Romance

    One-night stands are usually no problem.
    Not this one.
    Because after years, the former lover is to be killed off due to her criminal past.
    It's just unfortunate that she has a child of a suspiciously appropriate age.



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    What if the Storm ends?


    What if the storm ends?
    And I don't see you
    As you are now
    Ever again


    I wasn't someone who looked away. I look, I get things done myself, I'm a doer. Some call it independent and ambitious, others call it distrustful and suspicious. Whatever it is, it made me look this time too.
    “Hey doll, that was the wrong side of the street to be snooping around on.” Even without being able to make out the two men in the darkness of the shady alley, I knew what they looked like. They were the worst kind, not squeamish, even when it came to a woman. Or was it precisely because of that?
    On bad days, I was one of them.

    Today? Today is a different day.

    Tearing fabric, loud breathing, and warm blood—that was all I could perceive around me in the next few seconds. Bones cracked somewhere—were they mine?
    “T... thank you...” Only her soft voice brought me out of the nightmare that my violence always brought with it. It had only been minutes, but it felt like years. The two men had fled, cursing, and we were alone in the twilight, caught between the darkness of night and the bright daylight. I looked down and my gaze met hers.

    Wild eyes.

    Wild eyes that didn't seem to match her delicate stature and soft voice.
    There were so many questions. Why was she here? What did those guys want from her? Why did a single glance from her captivate me so much?
    But my thoughts scattered in the darkness around us when her lips met mine. She tasted of despair, hope, gratitude, and something I couldn't quite place. But I knew one thing: I could become addicted to this.
    Again, loud breaths, but this time in a different way. Her touches were hungry, greedy, as if she had to reassure herself of the life I had just saved her. I lifted her up and pressed her against the wall.
    Where had all my questions gone? Everything sank into silent infinity as we paid homage to life and I drowned in her.


    Five years later


    I take care of things myself; I'm a doer. It wasn't personal, really, but it had to be done. I was good at carrying out assignments—and this one was no exception.
    It had been almost ridiculously easy to break into the penthouse, bribe the manager, and short-circuit the alarm system. My target was a high-ranking member of the criminal ring. It was just a job and no challenge for a man with my skills.
    I was almost offended by the simplicity of it as I looked through my black mask at the sleeping person in front of me. Was she naked under the covers?

    Slowly, I raised my arm, the heavy weapon with the silencer feeling good in my hand. It was a familiar weight that had accompanied me for most of my life.
    Just one shot, then my job would be done. My finger wrapped around the trigger, ready to...
    She opened her eyes and her gaze met mine.

    Wild eyes.

    How could I ever forget those eyes?
    The air seemed to dance around us, and she made no move to scream or fight back. It was impossible for her to recognize me under my mask, and yet I felt caught.
    Did she recognize me after all? Or was she waiting for her end, which often came quickly in her criminal world?
    At least she would die a quick death. That was the only thing I could promise her. I just had to...
    A noise behind me made me flinch, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her image would haunt me in my dreams, I was sure of that.
    The source of the unknown noise came closer and closer until the bedroom door swung open with a soft creak and time froze.
    “Mom?”


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