Desperate Measures

Desperate Measures

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"And what do you think this is?" The gun pointed from her to him, emphasizing what wasn't said. "How I prefer to spend my off nights?" The question caught her off guard, for she had never assumed he had nights off, but now she found herself wondering how he spent them. Somehow she doubted it was with a glass of wine and lavender bubbles. "I told you. I had it under control-" His sudden movement stopped the words on her tongue, but the cool metal under her chin was the culprit responsible for the gasp that replaced them. He was close, too close, for she could smell the subtle presence of his cologne. Their eyes met, his gaze hardened as it roamed over her face. "You got some nerve, you know that?" He nudged her chin up a little with the barrel. "Tell me one reason why I shouldn't just end this right now." Jules didn't respond. She held his gaze, seconds teetering into a minute before he lowered the gun. He didn't move away, nor did his expression soften. She also held her ground. "I didn't have a choice-" "You always have a choice. This time you made the wrong one." *** Born and raised on the outskirts of Detroit, Juliet Devlin, like everyone else, dreamed of making it big enough to leave her troubled youth behind. As with most dreams, her plans had more than a few kinks thrown in them. Now, almost thirty years old, she finds herself still cleaning up after her parents, leaning entirely too heavily on her siblings, and on the cusp of losing her husband. When things go from dreary to worse, Juliet responds in a way that no one close to her anticipates. Will her newfound gumption help her rise up or is she simply hurtling faster towards an inevitable crash? With her sister and best friend at her side, she doesn't plan on pausing any time soon to figure it out. And the handsomely dangerous man her decisions keep bringing her closer to? The jury is still out on that one, too. *** This is a Good Girls fanfiction. I do not own Rio/Christopher.
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It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape. - Mentions of abuse. - Mentions of torture. - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)

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