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Bite The Bullet

Bite The Bullet

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Romance
{"You're going to die serving them."} he said coldly. That mask he wore to hide his face sitting there loosely. He stared at me with his eyes that pierced my soul with every look. {"Like I'd do any better serving you!"} I spat, turning away and rubbing my head. What is this situation I'm in? How do I get out of it? WILL I get out of it? I shouldn't be doing this, meeting with a high ranking gang member. I'm a cop. Shaking me out of my thoughts, I felt rough hands grab my shoulders. I yelped as I felt myself being spun around against my will and pushed into the graffitied concrete wall, hard enough to knock the wind out of me, blurring my vision. Once my vision cleared, I was drowned in seas of jade. {"You wouldn't serve me,"} he seemed to pant a little. {"You'd move mountains with me and be the most respected woman in this damned city. They never respected you before, why should you do their dirty work?"} I think his words paralyzed me. Whether or not he was right or just getting into my head, it made sense.
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"Hey B..." I start and he hums in reply, just staring at me with adoration and I find the courage in myself to finish my sentence. "Can you do something for me?" "Anything." He promises, without even knowing what I'm going to ask of him. Jesus, this man is literally going to be the death of me. If so, it'll be a good death indeed. "Kiss me." He doesn't need any more prompting than that. Within milliseconds, his lips are pressed against mine in a gentle caress. His hands move to cup my neck while mine tighten on his shirt, trying to anchor myself as he kisses me slowly and languidly. I could definitely die happy now. His lips are like soft velvet and his hands are coarse from riding but they hold me like I'm the most important thing in the world. He tastes like coffee and smells like wood smoke, a heady combination that has me weak in the knees.

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