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Targets (bwwm) *Completed* by Thewastelands
Thewastelands
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"I thought we agreed on a mutual day of rest?" His large body was within inches of hers, their chests brushing with each breath. "Who ordered the hit?" He growled out and Omisha rolled her eyes. It was an unspoken rule to carry that kind of information to your grave- a rule she was certain Thorn knew. "And here I was thinking you were sort of smart." She remarked as she pressed the auto start button on her key fob. Thorn's hand roughly grabbed her arm and pushed her against her car, her fresh sutures protesting. "Look, if we're not fucking you have to stop man handling me." She groaned as his grip tightened effectively pushing her wound tighter against the car. "Would you be serious for two seconds?" He growled as he angrily searched her eyes for an ounce of information. ------ When an assassin's next hit is a widely feared hitman you'd expect plenty of bloodshed not a toxic romance. *Warning very graphic scenes of violence, death and sex* Full description inside!
Temptation by jeannettelovely
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"Hug?" He asked in a deep voice that was too close for my liking. I turned around so fast I almost fell. "Hug!? You just tried to fucking kill me!" I screamed at him. He shook his head, "M-Me s-sorry" he stuttered out while shaking his head. He started mumbling to himself as he started walking back and forth in a straight line. Out of nowhere started to hit his head repeatedly with his right hand. I frowned and stepped forward, "Hey-hey, stop that! I said as tapped my metal bat against the wall next to him. Too afraid to touch him, but it didn't stop him from hitting himself in the head and sinking to the floor. "Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I questioned as I cautiously poked him twice in the arm with my bat. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "H-Hug...P-Please?" He asked in a strained voice. ~ 21 year-old Jupiter is a successful entrepreneur living in LA with her best friend/ business partner. Jupiter is a strong African American who doesn't take shit from anyone. She's classy, Boujee, Ratchet, sassy, moody, nasty and she's not afraid to show it. She's an easy going person who loves to have fun and explore. So, if she's so nice why would anyone want to hurt her? or better yet kill her?