The Hitman

The Hitman

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He was deadly. Ice cold blue eyes that never showed remorse, and hands always strong enough to end a heartbeat. A thin, calloused finger that always rested on a trigger. They called him "Spaceman," and he didn't care who the contract was or where your story and justifications lie. The only thing he was responsible for was the lifeless body behind the gun.
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He was her friend. Maybe not as close as they could've been, like how close she was to his brother, but still. They were friends. She wasn't supposed to feel a certain way for him. Especially him. In her eyes, all he wanted was to sleep around all day. He didn't want a steady relationship and that's all she had ever wanted. She wanted something to call her own and looking at his behavior, he couldn't give her that. And besides, he was the twin brother to her best friend. The closest person to her. The relationship she might have with his brother could ruin the friendship they've worked on. But... She couldn't help it.

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