malevolent | h.s

malevolent | h.s

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dark harry | mafia organisation malevolent [muh-leh-vuh-luhnt] having or showing a wish to do evil to others. That was the first word that came to mind when the barrel lid opened and a pair of eyes belonging to a stranger stared back at me. What was I doing here? I had never gotten into trouble before, at least not with anyone serious. And now I had, with Theo to blame. Two rough hands grasped me by my shoulders from behind and lifted me from my wooden confinement as the stranger continued to observe me. His hair a curly mess, strands slick with sweat and stuck to his tanned skin, the sight of a dagger tattooed on the side of his face had my blood running cold. I knew what that dagger meant. The first thrill of fear trickled slowly down my spine as I awaited my fate. But what scared me more than the realisation that my brother had given me to the most feared criminal organisation in their city; Was the green glint of malevolent in his eyes. Please read TW's on the chapter marked "malevolent" before reading.
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