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You'd heard the news. The two gangs were fighting again. The area was becoming more dangerous to operate in and bloodshed was only on the rise.

Veins straining against the golden skin of his throat, jaw clenched shut and a storm brewing behind his eyes. The droplets of ruby red upon his white shirt didn't help either.

This time, however, he kept his eyes upon you until you reached his side.

You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to the punch.

"Want it that bad, huh? Better make it worth my while, girl." He sneered, thin pink lips twisting as he clamped his hand around your wrist.

By the time, you reached the room and he peeled back the red curtain, you'd regained your bearings.

Showtime.

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