Criminal Love

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Going back to the first chapter,

I entered the bar, wondering past people, I saw a man signal me to the bar counter where I sat down, as expected a few moments later he arrived. I remained calm, making small talk; the trap had been set as I walked out to the expected set of men who were ready to molest me as per orders given. Those men had always been a trap, to lure him. And it worked. half the people worked for my mother around me, but barely any of them knew what relationship we both had, to them I was just another employee under her. When I first saw _him_. Even if I had been given an overlook and had seen him before; his presence before me was something that ignited desires I was meant to keep deep down in me. desires to look into his eyes that looked painfully like mine, I hated looking in them while I still wanted to cup his face and stare into them all day till I reached an end to the void that laid underneath them. Even if his presence always kept me on guard for he was my prey I ended up becoming his. I wasn't supposed to be devoured by him. I was supposed to be the predator. His hands that always held mine with warmth unlike any other attracted me. His kisses and his touch were mine to hold, he was my first for so many things. He was my first true love. When he got shot that day it broke me, He wasn't supposed to get hurt, he was supposed to be safe, my mom was after the other boy then why him?

"Because I take away things that take you away from me." She spoke with her bitter voice.

"He is not a thing." I said clenching my firsts and jaw.

She looked at me smiling sickly "Sure"

This wasn't supposed to happen, I was supposed to—to keep him safe, the one thing I loved, he had multiplied everything. I loved so many now, so many people I could truly call family. But I hurt him, this mission hurt him, my mom hurt him. And I would never forgive her or myself for whatever we had done, all she wanted to was hurt everyone over and over till she was satisfied with the fake little happy world called some sick family she had created for herself.

When after all those years of giving birth to our son, I met him again heard his voice; felt his breath; smelt the same scent from years back; felt the same warmth. I wanted to breakdown, I had missed him so much, the impact he had on me had left me breathless. I wanted to tell him everything, but he'd hate me wouldn't he? just another petty girl who had taken advantage of him? Just another girl. But hadn't he suffered enough? Why should he more? what had he done to deserve all this?

but my mom had to tear everything apart once again, tear apart the world I had immersed myself just to bring me back and tell me that I was used and was about to be discarded.