Midnight Murderers

Abruptly jumping forward, I grabbed his collar, sending us crashing against the wall behind Nathan. I rose the knife up, until it barely grazed his throat. "I am done with your stupid games! I am done with you tossing me around! I am done pretending like you kidnapping me was ever okay!"

I pressed the knife into his skin, yet he merely furrowed his eyebrows at the action. "You make it seem like you're doing me a favor by not brutally murdering me."

"Because I am." I froze as the familiar barrel of his gun pressed against my lower back. His signature smug smile returned as he dipped his lips to my ears and whispered, "Alright darling, how about we cut the chase short and sit down? I don't want blood on my clean floor."
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N.T.

The great mystery of New York. The anonymous killer. The invisible man, that slips out of the grasp of detectives and police officers every single time. The man who twists his way through every detective's mind and comes off as unstoppable. The fox, as the FBI likes to call him due to his cunning ways and tricks, is regularly setting the State in an uproar.

He's unstoppable. He's dangerous. He's fearless.

He's always there, but at the same time...he's not.

What happens when in turn of your brother's survival, the Devil himself asks for you? What happens when you're forced to live under his roof? What happens when you become one of his possessions?

Or worse, what happens when you're thrown into the dark, twisted world of The Two Trevor Brothers?

One that has the world crumbling at the simple snap of his fingers, one who meets life-threatening danger with an easy smile?

Or the one who would crush the soul of anyone who dared to hurt you, the one who would raise hell just so your eyes would soften at the sight of him?

What happens when both of the rival brothers have one thing in common: their obsession with keeping you close?

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"Well fed devils behave better than famished saints."