Reliving Sentimental Lies

Reliving Sentimental Lies

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'Tell me, what's a young woman doing like you doing here?. In the middle if a outcry?" My gaze shifted from the chaos beneath us, then to the woman sitting beside me. Tied up. "Not a smart question to ask right now sweet cheeks. Im only here for the fun, stimulation and absolutely pissing off these men" I chuckled, cocking their gun in my hand as my gaze parried over to a familiar male on the building couple blocks down. "Stimulation huh?, then tell me. What turns you on?" "Knife, guns, cars, money. And a man that can use his skills anywhere. Any time" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A scoff left her lips, while a grin spread across my lips. Stained with lip gloss and blood. TW: If you are not a fan of slow burn stories or waiting for further updates to the chapter please to kindly wait until December 30, 2025 when the chapter is completed. If you're a big fan of my writing, please to show your support by favoriting the book and leave your honest review on the story. Yours truly; Alensagar
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"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••

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