shoes off // h.s
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We've been trained to take what we need, what we want and kill the rest. No questioning, not thinking twice, no doubting, just pull the trigger and go. Never look back.
I could hear the sirens getting closer. They are going to be here anyminute now. I took the money and run with him by my side.
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"I'm Harry, -" he starts talking but I caught him off 'cause my anger was starting to level up with every second passing.
"Not good with names, don't care. Who the fuck let you use shoes in here?" I spill out in anger, while I dare to look him for the first time straight in his eyes.
"ooh, so she has a tempter," answers, smirking at me like he liked what I said. With a seductive tone, I heard him saying very calm and low like he was talking to himself "That sounds like a challenge."
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