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Target >> Z.M (AU)

Target >> Z.M (AU)

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Was it wrong to hate where you came from? To seek other places to live although your life to an outsider was seemingly perfect? Ezra was born into the Eastsider's , her father being the current leader of one of London's biggest most dangerous gangs, overseeing shipments, debt collections and deals. Ezra's father saw her as nothing but trouble and thought that she was a danger to the gang, he knew girls couldn't keep their mouth shut and feared gang secrets would be spilt into the wrong hands; the Westsiders. She was beat relentlessly to ensure her silence. But she was tired, she didn't want to be a part of the east side anymore, she was trained, she could kill using Just her hands, but she knew better then to fight her own gang.but she could never use her skill because she wasn't trusted. Her talents were wasted and she reckoned she would fare better alone, far away from any kind of gang or organisation. All she wanted was a normal life. But it's hard to run away with a target on your back.
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"You've always had daddy to protect you, haven't you?" His voice is full of detest. He's taunting me, without even realizing just how wrong he really is. "Why do you think you're here?" I whisper. "It's not just to protect me." His eyes flash with something, but it was gone before I could decipher it. I can feel the tears brimming my eyes, as I watch him eye me carefully. "You don't know me like you think you do." I say. My heart sinks lower as his smirk widens to a grin. "That was never in my job description." // Dylan South has been raised in this life of constant danger, and crime. She is used to feeling on the edge of her seat at all times. But, when her father decides to go against her wishes and hire a certain tattooed man with a thick accent to watch her every move. She hates him, and he hates her. How could they possibly stand being together every waking moment?

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