Malefactor [H.S.]

MALEFACTOR (n): one who commits an offense against the law.

Camden Muñoz has one self-proclaimed fatal flaw: the moment she gets an idea in her head, she has to follow through with it. Against her better judgment, she's always stuck by this notion.

But when these thoughts lead to her committing what she imagined would be a one-and-done robbery, she finds herself at the mercy of a dangerous man in an impossible situation.

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Time, I've learned, is a very finicky thing. Sometimes, seconds feel like minutes while minutes can feel like seconds. Time as a construct makes no comprehensible sense at certain points, the intangibility of it all making your existence as a human seem baffling to understand.

As I blink, I become aware of the gun in my outstretched hand pointing directly at the head of the man standing behind the register in the liquor store. I'm not sure how I got inside or when. One second I was standing outside with Harry, my feet hitting the sidewalk as I emerged from the alley, and the next, I'm here. Playing God in a moment that no mortal being should ever be able to do.

"Open the register or I'll blow your fucking brains out."

The same words that Harry spit at me almost a week ago come flying back out. He's standing beside me, an inch back with his own gun out and cocked at the man. A rush of adrenaline surges through me, my lips curling upward momentarily as the words finish leaving.

Power. That's what I feel at this moment.

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MATURE CONTENT 18+