Lilith, an assassin ran away from her mafia leader father, and Ethan, seeking revenge for his family's murder, find themselves entangled in dangerous game. As love blooms between them, they must navigate a web of lies and deceit, torn between their...
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I woke up to the early morning light coming through the window, my heart still racing from the flashy dreams that had plagued my sleep.
A sense of unease lingered within me as I recalled the haunting image of a man touching my scars, violating my vulnerability as I lay unconscious. With determination fueling my every step, I headed straight to my PC, my cover of secrets and surveillance.
Sitting in front of the glowing screen, I navigated through the recorded footage from last night, my eyes scanning each frame with intensity. And there it was, the chilling truth captured by my vigilant camera.
I watched in disbelief as the man traced his fingers over my scars, his touch both invasive and unsettling. Anger surged through me, igniting a fire within my core. No one had the right to violate my privacy, to invade the sacred spaces of my body, a picture of me naked, tied to the ceiling in my father's warehouse, being touched by men who I hated, who I despised, he always found a way to humiliate me in the worst ways possible, he did that as a reminder to stay away from boys my age, that they will treat me the same as his men, only sexually, he said there is nothing called love in our world.
Fueled by a mix of anger, I knew I had to take action. My mind raced with possibilities, but the familiar thought of seeking information from Jack at the bar lingered in my mind. Jack had been a reliable source of information, a line to the underbelly of the city where secrets whispered like the wind. I needed answers, and I needed them now.
Leaving my house, after taking a shower where I scrubbed my skin until it bleeds, it's been years since a man touched me, not until that man in the club, it was the first time where I was touched properly, where I felt that I was wanted, desired, not just used, a part of me was glad that he left, but a part of me wanted to know how it feels like to be fucked by someone who likes you.
I slid behind the wheel of my car, the engine roaring to life as I sped through the city streets. Thoughts swirled in my mind, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Jack's bar loomed ahead, a haven of stories and secrets waiting to be unraveled.
As I pushed open the door to the dimly lit bar, the scent of stale cigarettes and aged whiskey enveloped me. The familiar faces scattered throughout the room turned their gazes towards me, acknowledging my presence but knowing better than to pry into my business. I spotted Jack behind the counter, his weathered face etched with the wisdom of countless tales.
Approaching the bar, I hesitated. The urge to confide in Jack, to show him the footage and seek his guidance, tugged at me. But a different instinct rose within me, a need to confront my stalker on my terms. Jack had helped me in the past, but this time, I couldn't risk involving anyone else.
Deciding to trust my instincts, I secretly slipped out of the bar, leaving Jack and his curious glances behind. The streets welcomed me with their familiar embrace, offering solace and a sense of purpose. I had a new mission now—to catch my stalker and kill him for the intrusion he had committed.
