The Daughter of the Gangleader •UNDER EDITION•

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I wrote this story when young, it critically needs editing and correction which I'm trying to finish as fast as I possibly can. Either wait with reading it or suit yourself when you get to the 2017-chapters.

adore you,
x Michelle ♡

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I'm gonna get him killed.

Someday.

Somehow.

I'm gonna get him killed.

And the worst part?

He knows I will. "Turn this into a fucking game, I'm begging you to make a bet out of it, just to see how long you'll last trying to change it before you realize not only you, but no one can. Genie gives you three wishes? Not enough. Every single memory taken out of my brain? Still only got one reality. A gun to my head....? You'll know my last words even if I don't get to say them."

"A gun to mine?"

An enemies to dead lovers, if you may.

"A gun to yours?"

I fucking hate him. "We're not the kind that fear death, why?"

I really fucking hate him. "We know it doesn't end anything, we know it starts everything. You think a gun to your head's gonna be the last? No, either we write a sequel together in hell, or you're gonna find me taking a relaxing bath in someone's blood."

"Do you know what a gun to yours means?"

"A gun to my head....?"

"A gun to your head, means a gun in my hands."

He smiles.

"Take my last breath from me, and I'll give you my last words."