Zoe Narah Garcia, with a tough family situation and a rocky relationship about to shatter, she decides it's time to take a break and enjoy herself.
Jerome Black, hired hitman by the Black Cobras, considered a full blown psychopath with no known vulnerabilities, he is sent to deal some of his older brother's business in Spain.
What happens when Zoe's boyfriend becomes the bad guy and Jerome manages to play his role of savior? Two worlds collide with a bang and a boom, changing lives forever. Will it be for the better or worse? Read to find out.
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𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓒𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓪 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 🔞 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮
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"Though I would love to feed you myself, you're not a baby for me to sit with, regardless of what your... beliefs are." Forest green eyes lowered to my parted lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But I'll give you this, guarding anyone wasn't apart of my plans either."
As he turned to the door, I felt the heat vanish at the process of his words, the anger boiling instead. "No, and here I thought you're just a product of my imagination."
He stopped, turning to look at me over his shoulder. He blinked slowly before saying, "Did you like me that much?"
My breath caught at the sound of his tone. Husky, deep, practically oozing sex, just like his appearance.
"Wh-what?" I stammered confused.
He smirked, facing me again as he stepped closer. I stepped back, hitting with the back of my thighs the foot of the bed, and he followed, stopping before I fell into the cushions.
❝𝓓𝓲𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷?❞
Rewriting some parts.
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Warnings:
This story is going to be graphic.
I will do my best to give tigger warnings beforehand.
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A Mafia Story.
The smell of smoke and blood fill the air. The gunpowder is still floating all around, the pure silence and pure terror once you hear that tigger pull and the bullet come wailing out the end of the barrel. A warm splat of something wet lands on my face.
Blood. It was blood.
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"Why don't you do it yourself you fucking coward"
I spit at his feet , slamming my back against the chair trying to get my hands free.
"Watch it, bitch."
He growls , running his thumb across my lip smearing my blood upwards across my cheek.
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