Pretty girl

Pretty girl

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„Don't you remember me?" he Looks down at me with those big black eyes. „Should I ?" I do. I remember him. „Don't Act so naive, Julica. You know who I am." his lips lift into a smirk. "I don't-" he interrupts me by pulling me to him. Holding my neck. He stares into my eyes and my breath hitches. "Don't lie to me, pretty girl. Wouldn't want to make me mad, right?" _ when 16 year old Julica was dumped and betrayed by her friends she just runs. Runs into the night streets of her little hometown. That doesn't stop her from helping a young man from his death. But she wants him to pay for it, with a little kiss. So what happens when years later he finally finds the girl who saved his life and wanted a reward for it...
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She steps past me, hips swaying deliberately, pulling me in like a predator. Her helmet is fixed forward but her voice stalks me like a shadow no amount of light can take away. Slowly, deliberately, she slides her slender gloved hand down the cool metal tab of her fireproof suit. Her fingers curl around the zipper by her throat. With a tug, it dips lower over her chest. The neckline plunges into shadow, nothing hiding her recklessness. I lean in and press my fingers to the collar of her suit, and slowly drag them to the dip underneath her belly button where the zipper ends. She tenses suddenly, her breath catching. "You wanna flirt, fine," I say. "Beauty might buy you an audience, but it won't buy you speed." I slowly drag the zipper back up. "Maybe I want someone to call it," She says silkily. I bridge the ever-closing gap between us, my voice barely a thread. "Then stop hiding behind helmets, Angel." -------------------------------------------- Even through the thick smoke, the helmet, and the roar of the engines, he can't take his eyes off her. Not 𝙀𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, the composed girl with the gentle eyes and kind smile. 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮. The ghost who races like a warning, the myth with steel in her veins. The one who's been haunting the streets and humiliating his crew, one win at a time. And he's obsessed.

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