Assassinated love

This is a story about a girl on the job. Getting captured was part of her plan, but when old feelings started to rise, she needed to revaluate. She couldn't let feeling she thought had disappeared get in the way. But that might be the only way to get what she needs.
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He still loved her and when he found out his men had captured and tortured her, he had to see her. But being the leader of a dangerous gang, he needed to take precautions. Even when he thinks he was the one who brought her into this type of world, he's got another thing coming.
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"Do you know who I am, little girl?" The man asked.
I thought hard but didn't respond. The man got up from his seat and slowly made his way over to me. Hesitating, he stood in front of me. I shivered, feeling uncomfortable in my own skin.
"You don't remember me, do you?" I detected a hint of sadness in his voice.
Bending down to my eye level, he started into my eyes. I looked up slightly, carefully looking back at him. It felt like minutes past before he straightened his posture and made his way to his desk. He opened a draw and pulled out a square piece of paper. He walked towards me again, I took the tiniest step back. Sadness written all over his face he handed me the piece of paper. Looking at it carefully, as if it might break from my stare, I realised it was a picture of two people.
"That's me," he spoke, "And... that is y-you."