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I am woken up by the sound of my apartments door opening in the middle of the night.
Immediately getting on my feet, I grab the gun that's underneath my mattress - I mean, as a lawyer often defending complicated and sensible cases, I need to defend myself in case anyone comes back for revenge - and charge it. I immediately walk toward the living room, but when I feel a presence behind me, it's already too late: the person grabs me from behind, putting their arm around my neck.
However, they do not squeeze too hard, and when I see the tattoos on the person's arms, my heart skips a few beats: I knew those tattoos by heart...
"If you promise me not to shoot me and let me talk first, I can release you" Mapi's raw and sexy voice says in a whisper, invading my ears and making me shiver. As I feel her body glued on mine - especially her breast touching my back - I try my best to stay composed and unfazed, as she adds: "your choice, but know I don't want to hurt you."
I let the gun fall on the ground, as she releases me from her embrace. Quite immediately, I turn around and slap her - something I've been wanting to do for a long time.
Mapi puts her hand on her jaw, surprised but not shocked.
She looks at me in the eyes, as I can't help but notice her hair were shorter, but apart from that she was just as attractive as she was before - especially at the wedding, when we said our goodbyes.
After a long and heavy silence, the Spanish finally says:
"I am sorry I did not reach out sooner, and I am sorry I had to lie to you so many times ; I understand that you're mad, I would've been too if I was in your shoes. But I needed to talk to you.. to see you..."
"Go straight to the point and spare me more lies, please" I interrupt her, not having it.
The blonde nods.
"Long story short: there are high chances I am to die in the next few couple days."
My eyes go wide, as I can't hide what I feel anymore, exclaiming:
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I never told you that before, but it's always been about more than TVK for me: I've been meeting with very dangerous people thorough the years, right here, in London, and trust me, if they want me dead, they'll get what they want."
"W-who is 'they'?" I ask, confused.
"There is something huge going on behind the scenes of the mayor's election, but I can't get into the details 'cause it would put you in danger..."
