The Bad Boy is after me?!

❝I wish words were like Little Toy Guns, no sting, no hurt, no bullet just a ❛bang bang❜ rolling off your tongue.
No smoke, no bullet, no kick from the trigger when you pull it. No pain no damage done, just a bang bang rolling off your tongue.❞

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Nicole Blaze isn't very well liked but has some people to chat with every once in a while. Being a loner isn't something she loves I mean having really no one to talk to besides Stacy. That was until she was shot down in the street leaving her all alone.

Foxal Hunter. He's just off the edge of wild and delinquency. He's aggressive, possessive, protective and broken. His life ripped apart and now he's having to sew the pieces back together with a needle and string. Alone, surrounded with objects to release the pain that no one seemed to care about. Bad boy at school, punching bag at home.

Bloody and broken they find each other in a rather exotic situation. Fiddling with there little toy guns.