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i spy

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"You're not real... you're not real... you're not real," she repeated over and over. Her legs collapsed underneath her. She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms over her legs as she rocked back and forth. He can't be alive... he just can't. H-H-He's alive. "I'm very much alive, yes." Her eyes snapped up towards him. Even through her tear filled eyes, she could see his body outlined through the blurriness presented by the waterworks. "You can read my thoughts?" He laughed and shook his head. His melodious laughter making her ears flame red. Just as how I pictured his laugh to sound. "You didn't think it, you said it out loud." He wandered over to her and squatted in front of her. Gently, he placed his hand on her knee to stop her from rocking back and forth. She looked at him with tear stained cheeks. He tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ears. "If I smile will you smile with me?"
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The Russian mafia boss, who is engaged to a woman he can't stand, and a woman who works for the Criminal Investigation Department as an agent and a forensic pathologist. Two people from different worlds meet in a dark alleyway; fate does its work and connects their lives together. ____________ "I know you all are curious," he began, his Russian accent thick and unmistakable. "But the only thing you need to remember is that this beautiful woman," his hand rested possessively on my shoulder, "is Eleanor Morozov." His eyes swept over the room, challenging anyone to dispute his claim. "But most importantly, she is mine." "Every word that comes out of her mouth," he says, his voice echoing through the cavernous room, "will hold as much power and meaning as my own. You disrespect her," he pauses, his gaze sweeping over each man, "you die. You look down at her, you die. You think of her in any way but as my equal, you die, and the process will be... unpleasant." Vlad takes his seat beside me, his hand resting casually on the arm of the chair. "Now that we have that cleared up, let's continue what we're here for."

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