Life in Night City is never easy. It was especially difficult for V, who abandoned the Badlands after his clan, the Bakkers, was murdered in cold blood by the Raffen Shiv. He became a merc and wandered around Night City, losing sight of who he was and cutting all ties with his roots. Being part of a new group of people, only to lose them once again in a Heist that was supposed to elevate them to the top... he just couldn't take it anymore.
Until the day he met Panam Palmer.
From this moment, his life would never be the same. She managed to save him from his darkest demons, and he stuck around. She reminded him of his past, of how the Badlands were always a safe haven for him.
Will he take the leap, and go back to his origins?
Or will he let the voices in his head guide him to his doom?
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*** WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT MENTION OF SEX, DRUGS, PROSTITUTION AND SWEARING. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! ***
The cold barrel presses sharply into my temple. "Go on," I goad. "Isn't this what you do to the people who piss you off?" His gaze hardens. His hand on my hip flexes involuntarily. His other hand flicks the safety back on, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I shoot bad guys."
"What do you do to bad girls?" He gaze flicks to my mouth. He drags the gun down my face, over my cheek, until it rests against my lips.
"Suck."
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It was supposed to be just a careless one night stand. But after witnessing that one night stand commit murder, things get a little more complicated.