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To many, I am a myth.
The 'Kiss of Death', a hired killer, revered by some of the greatest criminal organisations in the world. Trained by the bratva themselves, without conscience, without mercy.
The per...
I wake up to a sound, barely a whisper of noise over the baby monitor before it cuts out. My heart leaps into a sprint and I reach for the gun on the bedside table. I'm only wearing gray tracksuit pants.
I've always been twitchy, but having a baby, it's the kind of stress I can't even begin to explain.
And seeing as Luca is wanted by that mad Russian fuck, I take no chances.
I silently leave my bedroom and stalk down the hallway, only to find George curled up right outside the nursery door. I frown and carefully push the door open.
The night light illuminates the shadow of a hooded figure in the room. I lift my gun and point it at them until I realize they're holding Luca. I grit my teeth and lower the gun a fraction. They might as well be clutching my fucking heart in their arms.
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Luca and his outfit ^
The figure turns around, and dark eyes crash into mine, eyes I see every time I look at my son.
Jennie.
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Her outfit ^
My pulse rises and I release a long breath.
She's exactly the same and yet different, harder. A purple scar runs across her jaw-line, marring her otherwise smooth skin. Dark shadows linger below her eyes.
"Hello, Jungkook." She says, holding Luca tight to her chest, one hand resting lightly over the back of his head. Her eyes flick from my face to the gun in my hand, still pointed at her. "Are you going to shoot me?"
I want to trust her.
I want to believe that she's come back to me, but something makes me hesitate. It's been five months since she left, and four since Sasha sent Luca to me. Nicholai wouldn't just let her go. I want to trust her, but I can't trust anyone when it comes to my son, not even her.
"Why are you here?" Fuck, it's hard to be cynical with her.
She glances down at Luca and rests her cheek against his head, closing her eyes for a second. "He's so perfect." She breathes before her eyes flash open to meet mine. "I was sent to kill you." She says, moving over to the crib and gently laying Luca down.
