The Saints' Trilogy: Book Two
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧
Morelia Carrillo's life has underwent rapid, severe, and drastic changes. She becomes one of the underworld's most vicious murderers in just a short amoun...
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"You're so beautiful, love." I immediately get her to look at me with that.
She stares at me probably contemplating if she should waste her words on me or not. She doesn't because she looks back at the laptop in front of her pretending she didn't hear anything.
It's fucking hard to resist loving her and staring at her.
Especially with the fucking tops she wears sometimes. She practically wants me to stare at her breasts at this point.
"Stop staring." She demands not even looking at me.
I immediately move my eyes away and to her face. I have to stare at her in some way. I don't get to see her all the time, so I have to take advantage of it when she is around me.
She suddenly slams her laptop shut almost causing me to flinch. She takes in a breath before looking at me.
"Akim, stop looking at me and get to work." My beautiful wife is mad and still so beautiful if not even more.
"No."
The simple word causes her to stand up and I do the same.
"I'm leaving then." She says more to herself, but I stop her before she even gets to grab any of her things.
Morelia glares at my hands that are holding hers and I don't get to even react when she suddenly pushes me against a wall and now, she's the one holding my wrists in front of her.
I didn't know she could do that.
"I need you to understand that we aren't together anymore. We're just working together and that will end soon too." She lets go of me and tries to back away.
I grab her now and push her against the wall. It's my turn.
"I need you to understand that I will never stop loving you. I messed up but I'm going to fix it and I need you to cooperate." I put my hands on the wall caging her in.
I haven't been this fucking close to her in so long and I don't want to move away.
We look into each other's eyes and the darkness of hers pulls me into a trance. I don't think it's possible for me to look away. Her darkness is too pretty and captivating.
Our faces tend to get closer and I'm aching to feel her soft lips on mine.
Just as I'm about to kiss the fuck out of her I feel cold metal under my chin.
I stay still realizing that she has a gun pointed at me. She doesn't move her eyes away from mine. I look down at her lips to see a faint smirk and then I look back into her eyes.
"We are not together anymore, and I will not be cooperating." Yet she moves her precious face closer.
