Chasing Chase

Chasing Chase

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Nov 2, 2015
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Romance
Hi im Chase M. Flinn i have a brown hair with curls and honey Carmel like eyes, Im pretty skinny you could say but I'm stronger than you think and this is my story. I have a certain past thats quite traumatic don't ask i know your all like ‘OMG i wish she would have just spilled and told me what happened to her’ but if i did that then that would mean braking the prison i built. A prison around my self and made a mask or a painting to cover it up. Im called a bitch, slut, badass, stupid, hot, and so many other things but nobody knows my the person in the prison. i covered that prison in so much paint that if she ever came out I'm pretty sure i would die… {Cussing is all thought out the book so be warned!
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We were a team. A confidence team, gaining your trust and ripping you off for every penny we could squeeze out of you. Stealing millions between pickpocketing, elaborate schemes against the rich, and knocking off banks; we made it big. We were good, really good at what we did. This time we were too greedy. We couldn't pass up a 4 million dollar art con. Each couple would have walked away with 2 million dollars and we could have settled down and finally started the family we had talked about for years. But he disappeared......in the middle of the night, abandoning me. Until he returned with a bullet hole in his arm and desperation in his eyes. Begging me to help him one last time, but could I ever forgive him? Could I ever look past his betrayal of leaving me in Tennessee to fend for myself and fight off the cops myself? ●●●●●●●●●●●●●● "What were the first words you ever spoke to me?" He asked softly, his thumbs wiping away the wetness from my cheeks. "No." I choked out. "Don't! I don't want to say it." "You said...Hi, my name is Alexis and I just moved into my grandparent's house across the street. Can I play with you? And I knew the moment I laid eyes on you...." "You were 10 years old, you didn't know shit." I croaked. "I may have been 10, but I knew a beautiful girl when I saw one. And you blew the rest of the world out of the water. I may have saved you by leaving you in Tennessee, but at least you still had your grandparents. I had no one if I didn't have you."

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