"I thought we agreed on a mutual day of rest?" His large body was within inches of hers, their chests brushing with each breath.
"Who ordered the hit?" He growled out and Omisha rolled her eyes. It was an unspoken rule to carry that kind of information to your grave- a rule she was certain Thorn knew.
"And here I was thinking you were sort of smart." She remarked as she pressed the auto start button on her key fob. Thorn's hand roughly grabbed her arm and pushed her against her car, her fresh sutures protesting.
"Look, if we're not fucking you have to stop man handling me." She groaned as his grip tightened effectively pushing her wound tighter against the car.
"Would you be serious for two seconds?" He growled as he angrily searched her eyes for an ounce of information.
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When an assassin's next hit is a widely feared hitman you'd expect plenty of bloodshed not a toxic romance.
*Warning very graphic scenes of violence, death and sex*
Full description inside!
'Tell me, what's a young woman doing like you doing here?. In the middle if a outcry?"
My gaze shifted from the chaos beneath us, then to the woman sitting beside me. Tied up.
"Not a smart question to ask right now sweet cheeks. Im only here for the fun, stimulation and absolutely pissing off these men"
I chuckled, cocking their gun in my hand as my gaze parried over to a familiar male on the building couple blocks down.
"Stimulation huh?, then tell me. What turns you on?"
"Knife, guns, cars, money. And a man that can use his skills anywhere. Any time"
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A scoff left her lips, while a grin spread across my lips. Stained with lip gloss and blood.
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