New York, the city that never sleeps. Lights everywhere, people everywhere, and love everywhere. But not everything's perfect.
Meet Connor J. Francis, A 27 year old, slim, cold hearted Assistant District Attorney. He's been given the reputation of having the most conviction rate of any prosecutor there has been in the last decade. Having his parents brutally murdered and the culprit walking, he vowed to wear the blindfolds and convict anyone he came across to. Until, he met a cocky Mobster.
Meet Angelo Santino, a 31 year old, buff, toned, cocky monster who goes by, The Angel of Death. Having growing up in the street with gangs and mobs, he quickly learned that the justice system wasn't fair. He rises through the ranks and killed anyone who got in the way, thus his name was born. He enjoyed it all, the drugs, the sex, the rush of feeling a soul leave the body of he person he's killed. He's gotten everything, and gets what he wants, and all he wants is a cold, sarcastic, sassy prosecutor.
I never considered the possibility of saying it outloud to him. To tell him the words i wouldn't even dare wisper to him.
The way his eyes are focused on me watching me ever so carefully makes me want to tell him everything that's going on in my mind right now.
I stay quiet. not saying a word.
He looks at me like he desires the words to be said again. For me to tell the truth. The truth i let linger around dancing through my words.
I couldn't love him. It's not that i dont love him. I just shouldn't. I shouldn't be with someone like him to risk everything.
After all, i was hired to kill him.
Tropes :
Enemies to lovers
Forbidden love
Touch him and you will die
Long lost childhood bestfriends
Right time wrong place
Status : complete
Word count : 40.000+
Ranks :
#68 on Hitman 8-8-2023
#68 on action romance 18-12-2024