Tell Me Your Fears

Robyn
Some call me a thief. Some call me a con artist. I call myself a person who is trying to get by even if it meant doing the unthinkable. I made a mistake in choosing a man to con. Because if I had chosen someone else, I wouldn\'t have met Levi Pavlov. Cruel, vindictive, and a son of a bitch. What peeved me out the most was how much he mirrored my atrocity. The funny thing was, he made it seem . . . normal. That was until he signed my death warrant. But I managed to escape. And because I got free, I will make him pay.

Levi
Vicious. Malevolent. A monster. At least that\'s the title they gave me. I\'m not afraid to take what I want, when I want without thinking twice. That\'s how I stayed on top of the game in the business industry. No one could touch me. They could try, but they always end up with a severed limb or a decapitated head under the guise of a construction mishap or a drunk driving incident. I will do anything to protect the name I built for myself, even if it meant turning to an unlikely alliance despite wanting to rip her head off every time she opens her mouth. One thing\'s for sure, I was going to make her bleed.