My name is Victoria Casey and I just happen to be the obsession of the world's #1 criminal, Tristan Valentino and he plans to make me his Queen, whether I like it or not.
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Victoria's POV I have always been different. My name is Victoria Casey, and I am your average 20 years old, making her way through the world. However, it's been slow-going. I work at this small-town diner called "The Pen." It was a slow day today, so I dragged my feet into the cramped employee's bathroom. As I splashed luke-warm water from the faucet over my sweaty face, I glanced in the cracked mirror. My deep blue eyes were something that people always noticed first. It necessarily wasn't the color itself that drew their attention, but the fact that they weren't green. You see, I have deep, long, red hair that cascaded over my freckled shoulders. I also had a splash of freckles over my nose and under my eyes. My lips were symmetrical and almost perfect, but for the small jagged scar that crossed over the crest of my top lip. I brushed the tips of my fingers over that imperfection, reminding me of why it was there. Glancing away, I shook my head and wiped my already dry hands on the waiting rag. It was time to get back to work. ILILILILILILILILILILILILILILIL Tristan's POV I knew that I had messed up. Not only that, I had messed up badly. Almost always, I'd bring at least two of my inner circle as backup, but for some reason, I had decided not to this trip. And see where that's gotten me! Currently, I'm trying to drown my sorrows at a shady-looking bar that has its lights dimmed. Oh, and since you don't know my name yet, let's keep it that way. The less you know, the better. When I hail the barista for another round, I freeze. The tiny TV in the corner had just switched to a breaking news report. "This just in. It looks like Tristan Valentino, the world's #1 criminal/gang leader, has been evading capture, and the government needs your help. If you see this man, alert the authorities and stay always! He is known to be armed and dangerous." My picture got shown while the reporter distributed the message. That's right. My name is Tristan Valentino, and I am evading every government agency out there. I have been keeping a low profile as of late, but apparently, that wasn't enough! I needed to get out of here right now before anyone connected me to the news report. I jumped up from the stool I had been sitting on, dropped some bills on the counter to pay for the drinks, and dashed out the door. It was slowly starting to rain, so I pulled my leather jacket up a bit to cover my collar. A few blocks away, I noticed a small diner with no TV or newspaper stand, so I walked in, making sure to avert my face from any watching cameras. Luckily, I was the only person there. Well, the only person besides the girl looking up at me from her position behind the counter. My heart started beating fast, and my tics started acting up a bit, so I took a deep breath. The woman standing before me was beautiful. I have always ignored the other sex until now because loving someone meant weakness, which meant losing my empire. There was just something about her that made me speechless for a moment. I glanced at her name tag and read her name. Victoria. That was it. I fell for her, hook, line, and sinker. But now I was in deep doo-do. She had no idea who I was, and I now had an obsession. I don't care how, but I was going to make her my Queen.
