Malice [H.S]

Malice [H.S]

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Harry turns to me as soon as he gets to the 'No Trespassing' sign. "See Dawn, you're trespassing." "I am? What are you gonna do about it?" I place my hands on my hips, returning his smirk. "I could shoot you, princess. I would have one less problem," he says shortly with a shrug, like it's nothing. "You wouldn't." "Wouldn't I?" - Seventeen years has Dawn lived with her grandma in a small cozy apartment just under ground-level. This calm and eventless life gets suddenly interrupted by nan's illness, which forces Dawn to leave the life as she knows behind and attend boarding school on the other side of the state. Desperately in need of money for nan's doctor, she lets herself get sucked into the dark world of crime. From the suspicious bunch Dawn's eye is caught by Harry, who can't help but show his disapproval of her joining in the first place. But as the time spent together continues, Harry can't help but find small things in Dawn that might make her slightly more tolerable. I really hope you guys enjoy this story. You're in for a ride!
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