VIGILANTE HEARTS SERIES 2: Sweet Suicide (Exclusive In The VIP Group)

Simula

Simula

He was a tidal wave.

A dangerous tidal wave she should have avoided from the very beginning, but like a mad sailor in a raging sea, she swallowed her fears and sailed with him towards the storm she knew she couldn't survive from.

Alyzander "Gresso" Lindstrom. . . 

His name alone speaks danger, yet Gie still finds her mind chanting his name over and over again.

They said he's a notorious mafia boss who used to dominate the black market because of his dirty deeds. A human-trafficker, smuggler, a threat to the safety of the human race.

She'd read his files a dozen times and expected an ugly guy with a disgusting smell, not a freaking prison uniform model with a visible toned chest and abdomen muscle hiding beneath the white shirt he's wearing under his orange button-down polo. Para tuloy siyang naging estatwa sa kanyang kinatatayuan, hindi makapaniwala sa itsura ng presong ngayon ay nasa kanyang harapan.

Gie tried to swallow the pool of saliva in her mouth as she scanned the man in a prison uniform. May kriminal palang ganito katikas at kagwapo?

She tried to focus despite his presence having a different effect in her system, yet every time their gaze would meet, she finds herself getting lost in his dangerous pair of brown eyes.

Nakita niya kung paanong umangat ang sulok ng mga labi ng lalaki nang suminghap siya matapos sumara ang pinto ng clinic. He was slouching on a chair that seemed too small for his ripped body. The inks on his skin made him looked like a feral beast while she was the helpless prey who has nothing to protect herself but a useless pen.

Naglaro ang interes sa mga mata ng lalaking nagngangalang Gresso.

"Zup?" he greeted.

Gie had to hold her breath because good heavens, even his voice can send shivers down her spine!

He licked his lower lip while scanning her tiny frame. Napahigpit ang hawak niya sa folder habang sinusundan ng tingin ang bawat galaw ni Gresso, takot na kung malingat siya kahit sandali ay may gawin itong hindi maganda.

"So you're the uh. . . what should I call you, little missy, hmm?"

Naging mapaglaro ang kurba sa mga labi ni Gresso. Kumalansing din ang posas sa magkabila nitong palapulsuhan nang umayos ito ng upo. Isinangkal din nito ang mga siko sa magkabilang hita habang ang mapanganib at interesadong mga mata ay sa kanya lamang ang tutok, tila agilang nag-aabang ng tamang tyempo para dumagit ng makakain.

Gie had to purse her lips when she saw how his biceps effortlessly flexed with his simple movements. Tila nasasakal ang hulmado nitong mga braso sa manggas ng damit na suot.

"What's your name, sweetcake?"

Napalunok siyang muli dahil sa itinawag ni Gresso sa kanya. "A-A I'm—"

"A-A-A. . . " He laughed in a delicious way, teasing her with his fake stutter. Maya-maya ay pinasadahan nito ng mga daliri ang buhok. "Aren't you a-a-adorable, hmm?"

She pursed her lips while staring back at dangerous brown eyes while she questions her decisions in life. Bakit nga ulit siya naririto at nasa loob ng isang silid kasama ang siraulo't mapanganib na lalaking ito?

Right. She volunteered. She fucking volunteered to interview and assess some inmates at a supermax in exchange for a scholarship at her dream medical school. Gusto niyang matulungan ang ate Bella niya sa gastusin nang makauwi na ito mula sa ibang bansa.

Gie chose to be here, but she didn't know she'd be paired up with a dangerously handsome guy with a tattooed body and a few loose screw in his head.

No one warned her about him, and now she wants to curse every single person responsible for this whole assessment thing.