Bloody Hearts ✔️

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I walked down the street slowly, the flickering street lamps casting ominous shadows on the cracked pavement. The pattering of footsteps behind me grew louder with each breath that I took. I tensed, as I turned a corner, preparing myself for the hands that were about to grab me. My fingers inconspicuously inched towards the knife hidden up my sleeve, and I breathed a timid sigh of relief as my hand clasped around the cool metal handle.

"I'm not going to jump you," I heard a voice call out, "because we both know I'm here."

I turned around, arranging my face into a bored expression, exhibiting nonchalance. "We do."

"So how do you want to play this?" he asked me, his voice deep and smooth, as he stepped out of the shadows.

Fuck. He was hot.

He had green eyes that twinkled cruelly under the dim street lamps, paired with dark brown hair that fell over the side of his face, effectively bringing out his jawline. He had a muscular build, but not as conspicuous as the regular gang member. He seemed calculative, and smart, not just some brain-dead washed up bodyguard.

A worthy adversary.

Yet, something clicked in the back of my mind. His eyes, they matched those of the man I saw yesterday. His gruff posture and his hair, however less olden, displayed visible similarities. It could be a coincidence, but I didn't believe in those anymore.

Either it was deliberately planned, or this man was his son.

Shit.

"How about," I began, pursing my lips, and walking closer to him, trailing my empty hand against the rough brick wall, "I cut you, fatally, and you run back and tell your boss not to mess with me, just before dying?"

"Sounds enticing," he told me, taking a step closer to me as well, "but I think I'll pass."

"Are you here to kill me?" I asked him, my expression mocking. He smirked at my reaction, and took the last step towards me, successfully pinning me against the cold wall of the alley.

"No," he whispered coolly in my ear, "I'm here to ruin you, Adrianna."

I shuddered internally at the way my name rolled off of his tongue, easily, and wondered how he had gotten to know my name. My real name. I rolled my eyes, trying not to betray my true emotions, bringing my knee up to slam against his dick, and I turned as he groaned in pain. I brought my arm up to push him up against the wall, and smiled sweetly at him.

"You were saying?"

"Yes," he started, taking his arms to wrap them around my waist. I looked at him in disgust, as he forced me off of him , and pushed me up against the wall, "let me continue, before you so rudely interrupted me."

I rolled my eyes, but held my hands up in surrender. "Fine," I huffed. Then I brought my hands up to his head, and pushed him, twisting so my chest was pressed up against his back. "But I like to be in control."

"You're never really-" he started to say, but sirens cut through the rest of his sentence. We both glanced at each other once more, debating reason, before briskly walking in separate directions.