From when it all started... (MXM)

From when it all started... (MXM)

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"You make me lose my fucking mind, Aaron." He pants as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes look starved, as if he needs to do something wrong on a whole different level. And before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine. . . . Aaron Williamson is a perfectionist. He loves making people happy and also cannot tolerate anyone who tries to take it away. His past is mostly a blur to him, but deep down, he knows it was gruesome and cannot figure out how. Behind this facade, he is an assassin. His main motto is to 'kill and flee', never letting anyone know about it. He was very protective of his older brother, Jake, who is the CEO of the renowned company The Williamson's, and Aaron works under him. He knows what he does is dangerous, but for the people he loves, he will fight. He has to. But fate has something planned up its sleeve when one fine night at a bar, he meets someone. Someone so endearing and irresistible that they could ruin him and his plans. And before he knows it, he is in too deep. Jean Castillo, a French American mafia, runs businesses worldwide. He is known for working closely with many upperclassmen and has a reputable name in the mafia world. To disguise himself from the legal authorities, he works a side business at Tailgate Enterprises. Those who dared to go past his orders and disoblige him, were hunted. And in the end, could not live to tell the tale. He knew he was strong. Knew everyone feared him. Then why was this one guy looking at him dead in the eyes and destroying every wall he built over the years with just his face? he hated it. He hated him. He was trapped and he could not get out, and it seems like he doesn't want to. It's forbidden and yet it just feels right. Right?
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Kai sat at the edge of the bed, jaw tight, big hands wrapping gauze around my split knuckles. He was too careful, too quiet- the type that comes right before a storm rips through you. I woke up halfway through, yanked my hand free. "Don't touch me." He didn't flinch. Just looked at me with those wolf-grey eyes like I was the only war he ever wanted to fight. "Dont do that." I blinked."What?" His mouth barely moved."You dont get to do that after what you did." My lips curled into a dangerous smile. "And if I do?" He grabbed me by the jaw-gentle and cruel all at once. My breath hitched. "Then I'll just have to remind you who you belong to." His lips crashes against mine. The kiss was raw, possessive, demanding-his tongue forcing its way past my lips, dominating me until my knees nearly buckled. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected us. I let out a needy, humiliating whine at the loss of contact. The world stopped "You want to break things?" His voice a low growl, "Break me.You want pain? I'll give you pain that loves you back. But if you ever throw yourself in front of filth like that again-" His grip on my jaw tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to own. "I might just kill someone." *** They call me the prince of chaos. The media's favorite sin. Award-winning artist, tabloid disaster, human trainwreck with pretty eyes and prettier scars. But I didn't ask for the crown. I do drugs to sleep. Smoke to breathe. Fuck to feel. Punch cameras.Curse in interviews. And I don't apologize for any of it. That's how I got kai-my new bodyguard. 6ft something of quiet death, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes like he's already decided how I'll die if I piss him off. He doesn't play nice and he sees too much. And when he touches me, the world gets quiet for once. This isn't your typical love story. It's war. ME vs Myself. ME vs My Past. ME vs the man who swore he'd protect me - even from myself. You want to know how it ends? So do I.

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