The Cleaner / GxG

The Cleaner / GxG

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., déc. 24, 2025
Some people are stained. Others are born to clean the stain. The city wakes up to a different male corpse almost every morning. All of them have criminal records, all of them lived under the shadow of dark crimes... and beside each one, the same detail is left behind: a worn, old teddy bear. The press gives him a name: The Cleaner. When the homicide division hands the case over to Commissioner Carol Aird, the investigation stops being merely professional. Carol is one of the coldest names in the Agency-respected both in the field and behind a desk. She lives by rules, not by emotions. Until one night, beneath fog and rain, she walks into a small café and locks eyes with Therese, the newly hired barista. Therese is gentle, quiet, and innocent-everything Carol has suppressed for years standing right in front of her. The bond that begins to form between them creates the first crack in the life Carol has built on control. And some secrets seep through cracks. Love doesn't always heal. Sometimes, it only makes the truth more painful. Because some secrets, once exposed, alter justice itself... and the person you love with it.
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Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

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