Edges of tomorrow

Edges of tomorrow

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But his eyes. His eyes sent shivers down my spine, they were sadist, mocking me. You know how in fairy tales there's always a monster? His worse far worse than the villain who poisoned snow white, or locked Cinderella up. He haunted my dreams, chased away my hope. He was the one you cower away from. The one you hide under the covers from. *** "How about I take you somewhere Liz, how much do you think your worth? Five grand, ten grand? I say ten grand tops." "You like that Liz maybe you could suck my balls for me too." "I'm afraid this is the end of the line Elizabeth two opposite worlds, two different universes, we can no longer co-exist together, and when your all alone in a world that will never understand you my soul will be with you my love. we never stood a chance, I wish there was more time, I wish we had better circumstances but what twist fate had for us huh, we both know I know it was worth all the pain. " He looked at me one last time, engraving every feature I possessed into his mind. Wanting to remember me just as I was before everything fell at our feet. "Pull the trigger. End this. End us." I held my breath, as I closed my eyes I couldn't look into the storm that raged in his. It would consume me. One...two...bang! *** The FBI failed the world, they failed to make the world a little safer. To put the villain away, and that would have been the end for most stories. But not Elizabeth she took matters into her own hand, and she saw the monsters lurking in the dark. She had a plan. She needed to stick to the plan but what happens when the plan goes array? She knew right from wrong but what happens when those lines blur, what happens when you cross a line? And what happens when your at the end of the line. Will your feet stay glued to the spot or will you take the leap
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𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

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