Erik "Killmonger" Stevens has fully embraced his new identity as Killmonger and infiltrated a mercenary group with ties to Ulysses Klaue. Invited to St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands to meet for the first time, Klaue is impressed with Erik, unaw...
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"I bet she could never make you cry 'Cause the scars on your heart are still mine Tell me that she couldn't get this sting 'She can almost be the worst of me' Too bad she's just eating off your dreams Let me know when you're ready to plea Maybe you just need to send for me
Send for me Send for me Send for me (woo) Send for me..."
Rihanna – "Woo"
She allowed him to stay the night with her in the apartment.
With Erik's arms wrapped around her, Yani lightly touched the scars on his chest and the silence in her bedroom wrapped them in a cocoon of denial. Tracing the contours of the keloids with her fingertips, she was aware that each one meant something, and her gut instinct told her it was something bad. Newer ones that he had returned with had healed up, and there wasn't much space left on his front or back to add that much more. Unless he planned on putting new ones down below...
Erik's lips kept brushing against her forehead, kissing her there all through the night. Neither one of them slept well, and when dawn arrived, Yani decided to skip her classes.
