Pull The Trigger

Pull The Trigger

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"Why would a beautiful woman such as yourself put yourself in such a difficult position?" I do not answer. I'm a decorated police officer, his mafia tactics do not scare me. Smack " I asked you a fucking question" I spit out the blood that gathered in my mouth. I was hit again this time with more aggression. I got dizzy, and struggled to steady my vision. "Do you think I'm playing games with you, hm? Do you think I have time to waste?" I look up at him with hatred burning through my eyes, radiating my anger and tolerance. "No matter how much you hate it, you need me-" " I need NO ONE!-" "SO DO IT!" "PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER" _________________________________________________________________________________ He never wanted to becoming the monster he is. He never intended to kidnap a woman against her will. But if your daughter was taken, wouldn't you do the same?
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*****Curve Appreciation***** TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of emotional abuse, physical abuse, and toxicity. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Dahlia... and I intend to show you, inch by delicious inch." His hand was still gripping my waist, his fingers digging into the softness of my side the part of me I usually tried to hide. The part I thought men ignored. But he held it like it turned him on. Like my body curvy, plush was made for his hands. He pulled me in, brushing his belt buckle, my thighs pressed against his like they belonged there. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe. My mind screamed "this is dangerous" because it was. He was danger dressed in a thousand dollar suit. He was power and violence wrapped in silk words and sharp eyes. And still, my body didn't care. It lit up under his touch. ⚠️IMPORTANT NOTICE: If you are reading/saw this story anywhere else, please report it and let me know. The book can only be found on Wattpad. Also, any unauthorized copying, reproduction, distribution, or use of this book in any form will result in legal action. 🥰 HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 newwriter #3 wmbw #5 dark #6 ceo #11 18andup #35 obsession #17 bwwm #66 mafia #1 curvy #7 daddyissues #7 intense #3 Italian #14 danger #2 interracial #75 darkromance #34 toxic #116 drama #50 mafia #61 possessive

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