He moaned loudly and begged. -I need help. I need your help. I need your attention and care, I need your soft hands caressing my head. I need your skin contact with mine. I need all of you. Baby, I need you, please... -He squeaked while it sounded that he was on the verge of crying as he still rocked back and forth, occasionally throwing his head back before looking deep into my eyes, seeing how scared I was. I was scared of both -my flashbacks and my strange psycho desire for him as well. And he understood every part of it. Alone. That's what we're all scared of. Being alone. Even mafia's and gangs have the strongest bonds between each other. Closer than blood united families even. Because there is something calming about being with people you can trust. 20 year old Mara is a professional detective who took on the wrong case forcefully and faced consequences for it. I mean, who would've guessed that you could get hurt from snooping around during a war between Japan's and South Korea's most powerful gangs? And who would've guessed that she would find out more about herself rather than about the criminals she had to investigate?
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