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trep·i·da·tion
a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.
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"You'll see the truth one day." I whispered against his harsh lips knowing this was wrong. The sensation was driving me insane, his warm breath panning...
I got this anxious feeling But it goes away for a minute When I'm with you breathing
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"I'm excited," Harry's voice spoke up over the radio humming in the background as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the song. "I might get to see you in action, like real action."
We were currently in the car driving to the club, and I'm a nervous wreck. I really don't know how this is going to go, and things feel different now that Harry really knows who I am. He keeps talking about how excited he is to see how I really am, but he should be scared.
The day he meets The Princess is going to be a horrible day.
There's a difference between mad Indiana and The Princess, a very large one. Anyone who's around me when I'm in that dark of a state doesn't tend to make it out alive. Mad Indiana is giving and likes to have fun.
"You better hope you don't see me in real action." I deadpanned and he snapped his head to me. God, I need to stop being such a bitch to him. My period is really getting to me.
Right before we left his apartment I nearly thought I was going to die from cramps. Harry panicked like a little bitch boy running around trying to find tylenol, but deep down I really appreciated him.
Everything he's done for me lately has been more than enough. I never even expected him to forgive me let alone help me through my trauma. He still doesn't even know why I'm like that with pictures yet he wants to help.
"Why not?" He pouted as he looked at me. "I'd love to meet the little devil inside you."
"I'm worse than the devil." I hummed as I uncrossed my arms from my chest so I could lean down. I adjusted my jeans that were covering the gun I had held in a holster around my ankle.
When Harry let me go into his room of fun toys to pick my weapon of choice to carry, I realized my outfit wasn't very practical. He said he was surprised I wasn't wearing a dress or skirt and I yelled at him and told him to stop being so stereotypical.
The only place that was able to hold a gun was my ankle, and you could still see the outline of the gun if you looked close enough. I knew no one would be paying attention and it would be dark, so it would be fine.
"What could be worse than the devil?" He asked with a coy smile on his face. "I don't think such a thing exists."
"There's only one thing worse than a devil," I smirked at him raising my eyebrows. "A smart devil."
He shook his head as if he was disappointed making me laugh. It was true though, I am a devil, but a smart one. That's even more dangerous because I know what I'm doing, I don't just run around and be destructive. I'm destructive with a plan.
