Mauvais Angle

Mauvais Angle

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Fiction
Action and Thriller
Crime
Psychological
Adventure
Que feriez-vous si votre meilleur ami vous envoyait un SMS à 4 heures du matin pour vous annoncer qu'il a un cadavre sur les bras ? La plupart des gens bloqueraient le numéro ou appelleraient la police. Fallon, elle, a attrapé des sacs-poubelles, de l'eau de Javel, et a foncé. L'enterrement de vie de jeune fille de leur amie devait être une soirée banale à Brooklyn. Mais quand le "strip-teaseur" finit le crâne fracassé contre une table de chevet suite à une maladresse monumentale d'Ezra, la fête prend une tournure macabre. Le véritable cauchemar commence lorsqu'ils réalisent que le mort n'était pas là par hasard. Et surtout... qu'il ne travaillait pas seul. Entre les mensonges à maintenir devant la mariée, la paranoïa, et des nuits entières de planque avec ce maître-chanteur aux méthodes douteuses, le sang-froid légendaire de Fallon risque bien de voler en éclats. Cacher un corps est un enfer. Ne pas tomber amoureuse du mec qui tient votre vie entre ses mains ? C'est encore pire.
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He held the gun against her temple. She pounded on his chest, fists flying. "You killed my father! You... you monster! I hate you!" He didn't flinch. After a moment, his patience snapped. "Enough!" he shouted. "No more words." "Yes... I killed your father. I did." "Stop screaming!"he barked. He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Now... it's time to get married. Let's go. The priest is waiting. We don't want to make him wait, do we... hmm?" She spat on his face. He just smirked. Licked the spit from his lips, rolling his tongue. "Mmm... tasty," he said, voice low. "You should've kissed me directly. No worries... we'll do it after our wedding." He leaned closer. "Do you want to see his dead body... hmm? One last look at your father?" She whispered, trembling, "Please... let me go." " You don't want to? Okay... let me throw his body away then." "No! I... I want to see him, please. He is my father !" "Good girl," he said, smirk still dark. "Now... come on. The priest is waiting." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸... 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "You're mine now," he whispered, like it was a promise... or a curse. Kidnapped. Trapped. Claimed. In a world where power means everything, she becomes the obsession of a man everyone fears, the devil himself. Escape was never an option. Falling for him? That was her biggest mistake.

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