This is a story I wrote about ten years ago. I uploaded it on shortfiction.uk and if anyone recognizes it, I'm so glad! It's one of the first stories I'm proud of (but keep in mind it was written a while ago) Here we go... Lia works for someone who may or may not be the leader of a major crime syndicate in the city...
Nora has a disturbing dream one night. Is it random? Is it a manifestation? Or is it something else entirely? ...Like destiny? **Disclaimer- this story has some dark themes, violence and sexual situations- intended audience 18+ years old**