Criminal
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Unique Evers knew that she just had to be cursed. The cherry on the top came in the form or Dexter Creed.
He was mean. Controlling. And everytime he got close my body reacted.
Mama always said Angels come in the strangest of ways. But he was no angel. Yet here he was saving me.
Him and his Tattoos. His bike and his touches.
Dex went there to collect a debt. What he found is a girl with a gun in her hand and two bodies on the floor.
Why help her out?
Why save her?
He could keep telling himself that this was just a dept being paid off regardless, but it was in those eyes.
Innocent and pure.
She was his the moment she looked up at me with those big sad eyes with blood on her face. And when she was bouncing on my cock.
Unique had become my kryptonite in a matter of seconds. And neither of us knew it, until it was too late.
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