[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present." - Bill Keane
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I've had guns pointed at me many times. Countless if you want to be precise.
Whether mafia boss, gang leader or petty criminal, everyone has threatened me before. I have always kept calm and had a certain control over the situation. No matter how hopeless the situation seemed, I never lost hope and always tried to take control. Because control is everything.
But the moment Harry pointed his gun at me was unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I have never felt like I did at that moment. My heartbeat had doubled and my breathing stopped for a brief moment when I saw the black object pointed at me.
It hadn't surprised me that he still wanted to kill me, because the desire was mutual, after all. Of course I didn't think he would spare my life because we had experienced that little intimate moment together before, God no I'm not that pathetic to think shit like this.
But to see him in this situation, as he shoots without hesitation in our moving car without regard for civilians, has made clear to me again what an ice-cold monster he is. Harry Styles must be stopped.
My job as a CIA agent is to stop creatures like him and his gang. I vowed to always do my job and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
If only I wasn't in so much fucking pain.
As I said, the moment Harry took aim at me was different from any other time someone had me in their sights because I didn't notice anything anymore.
I lost control.
I didn't hear Piper yelling at me to bend over or notice Layla grabbing the steering wheel so we wouldn't lose control of the car. Everything was white before my eyes.
