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"Enlighten me then Bigby, If you can kill me that easily, why haven't you? Seems weird to me keep the bane of your existence alive and breathing, don't you think?" The hatred I felt amplified through my voice could slice through any frozen heart. "Now, Now, Little Red," a voice darkly, but softly, prompted from the brush. "You know that I am faster, and more stronger than you will ever be. One small jump from me, could easily snap that pretty neck of yours." Bigby stepped on a nearby twig, and the small snap rang through the air. My breathing hitched, and my grip on the dagger hilt tightened. I was too afraid to let him win, so I fought back. I would learn to regret that I even tried.
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"Stop messing with me." He threatened through his teeth, his breathing as erratic as mine. I let out a stifled laugh. "Or else?" He inhaled deep through his nose, poked the inside of his cheek, as if he was trying to make a tough decision, all the while keeping such an intense stare on my eyes, it was almost uncomfortable. "I won, so you stop." James' mouth was so close, I could feel his words in mine. "Think again, Jamesie." I raised my left hand to his throat, holding the same dagger I had knocked out of his hand before. In the middle of all the rolling around, I'd managed to catch it. A strike of luck, really. James grunted a labored sigh and inched even further towards me. "You're fucking impossible..." His eyes flicked over to my lips. I felt my stomach tingle. "You're heavy." I complained, my voice a little more than a rasp. His index finger grazed on my jaw. "You can take it." [---] My life was perfectly fine. Adoptive daughter of a millionaire, unofficial leader of a team of private security, friend to many unstable, skilled fighters, free as a little bird to do whatever I wanted - as long as I kept it out of the media's scent. Then along came James Fucking Blackwell to ruin everything. Just because I happened to rescue him during my time as an asset for the US Army, the damn asshole convinced himself I was some sort of angel and wouldn't leave me alone. I hated him. Kinda. [---] All comments welcomed, but please be kind to one another. Possible TW: - cursing (a lot) - mentions of SA - mentions of miscarriage - depiction of violence - mention of weapons - mature content All rights of this story belong to me. Any similarities with real life are merely coincidental as the story is entirely fictional. Hope you enjoy reading <3

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