Yours To Keep | 18+
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One plan. One mission.
There was no room for mistakes, and the slightest error could only mean death.
But she was ready.
It was simple.
Get in, (brutally) murder one man and get out, expeditiously. Lola Summers knew exactly what she had to do. It was a task she spent the better quarter of her life preparing for. It was her life's goal. And she would stop at nothing to achieve that goal... even if it involved taking a calulated risk in the heat of the moment.
Initially...Lola knew that taking risks, even if it helped her goal, was self sabotage. Overlooking those risks would be disastrous, and being unprepared for anything was suicide. In the heat of that moment, Lola hadn't for once considered any outside intrusion. She hadn't fully prepared for being seen, and most importantly, she wasn't prepared for being caught.
More specifically... being caught by a man who had hesitated to kill her on the spot for what she'd done. A very strange man who made her shiver at the slightest touch and could disarm her with one penetrative gaze. A very peculiar man who wasn't very interested in letting her go either.
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