Shoelaces: Soldier

Shoelaces: Soldier

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"If there's one thing I've told myself over my entire life, after everything I've seen, done, and been through, it has been this: Cut yourself open. Rip yourself apart. Bleed. Pour yourself out so that there's nothing left. Because when you're torn to hell and bled out all on your own, no one can make you bleed again... not even yourself." Riley Nelson is about to turn 20 years old, and is in his prime... living in a psychiatric ward, dying from some mystery brain disease that makes him super-human, and even just receiving a death threat from a serial killer. He constantly fights the PTSD stemming from a dark past of living on the streets, and embraces the thrill of one simple fact; he could die any day now. William Morgan, a retired soldier, is hired to protect him by his doctor, but Riley can obviously protect himself. (Obviously.) He decides to be a hero and solve the murder before his illness takes his life, utilizing the resources his new bodyguard opens up to him. (Hi! :) I'm Al Mae and this is a book I'm hoping to publish soon. I'm not sure if anyone is interested in it, and figured I'd put a few chapters out there. I'd love some constructive criticism and hope you enjoy!)
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He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you, yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, eyes scanning my face, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break--I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**

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