𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄, 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎

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"I swear to fucking god Enzo if you smirk like that one more time, I'll give you something to smirk about." I said, pulling my gun from my hip, aiming it to him.

He approaches me, grabs the gun from my hand, even though I protest, spins me around, pushing my back to his chest, puts it on my lips and says:

"Tesoro, the only thing that could make me smirk right now, is this gun, sitting right..." He keeps moving the gun down to my stomach, and lower, and lower.

"Here." He stops right besides my hip, moving the gun to the middle. He starts throwing his head back from laughter, making his Adam's Apple proeminent, snaps his fingers, and so I get tied again.

"What should I do with you know, tied up here, in my own warehouse, darling?" He said, while going to my stomach, slowly going lower, staring for awhile, then to my lips.

"You won't be able to cry, nobody could hear you, but why would you cry? You're dying to feel me, aren't you, you little slut? He lifts my chin up with the gun he recently stole from me.

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Sofia Luna Blanche, world's most famous female assasin, working for the Fumes. Has her way with knives and could slash you in less than a second, not with weapons but with her daggering eyes.

Enzo Alessandro Dante got the features of a man who could only be dreamt of. Is the head of the Flames, with hundreds if not thousands of people working for him. That merciless kind of person, could kill thousands of people without any hesitation.

Sofia and Enzo are really alike: both of them have the same ways of torturing and enjoy doing so, love being praised and asked for mercy, and most importantly, neither of them like each other.

Both of them have been looking for the opportunity to slash each other's necks, but the universe couldn't make that happen.

What happens when they get the chance? What happens when they circle themselves with blades and guns on their hips? Does anyone even pull the trigger?