Kissing Eve
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An extremely feared hitman... or should I say, hitwoman? That is the common belief around New York City. As all "her" jobs end up with the victims with a red lipstick kiss mark usually on their face. No one knows anything about her, but quickly earned the nickname of Kissing Eve. Now a name but no face to match it to as no one has ever seen her face... until Jasper (feared gang leader) is inches away from her. Prying into her past and opening old wounds. This is her story, and her struggle to move on.
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