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Ongoing, First published Jul 24, 2014
Money or Love?
  
   At what point does one outweigh the other? When is one more important?
  
  Love is hard. Loving a Hitman is harder. A person so cold. A person who doesn't blink when it comes to taking someone else's life. A person always putting you in harm's way. A person you can never fully trust because you never know when they are going to choose the money over being with you.
  
  It comes to a time where you have to choose. Is it really worth it? Risking your life to be with the man you love but never knowing if he truly loves you back? 
  
  This is Malia's story; about her, a hitman and the people who are out to get them. But most importantly, the choice the hitman has to make. 
  
  Money or Love?
  
  All Rights Reserved 2017.
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