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Some cultures believe that the souls of the dead stay in this world and follow the person who ended their life for all eternity. Haunting them. He’s welcome to join the army already at my back.
One of my former colleagues had a saying: “Never presume someone is dead until he’s sporting a hole in his head.” It’s a solid mantra.
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I’ve actually never kissed anyone or anything before. I don’t have much to offer, so that night, I gave her what I had. A kiss for the hand that treated my wound with such care.
But, had I not met her, the next mission likely would have been my last.
That night, just moments before the girl found me, I realized that I had my fill. As I sat on the ground in that alley and watched the dark sky above, I decided to make my next job the final act of my life.
The night she tied her scarf around my thigh and then offered me her hand, my life became hers.
“I could give you a name.” His voice is low, I can barely hear the words at this distance. “But it wouldn’t be mine, tiger cub.”
In a strange way, he is one of the few, rare genuine things in my life right now.
“You, my tiger cub, are a ray of light in the absolute darkness my life has become and has been for a very long time.”
“You’re leaving?” I ask. “For the light to shine, darkness must retreat. It’s what’s meant to be.”
I rarely wish for things in life, because I know how seldom I get them. But when I do, the urge to keep them is a maniacal, visceral need. To never let go.
I didn’t know where she wanted to go today, so I came carrying two guns concealed in my shoulder holster, a knife strapped to my ankle like usual, and a garrote in my jacket pocket.
Bro chill
I guess I forgot that hope is a luxury doomed souls like me are not entitled to.
“I’ll annihilate anyone who dares to touch a hair on your head.” His deep voice is infused with so much menace. “No one. Nothing will ever do you harm. I thought you understood that.”
Little by little, without a conscious thought or even an effort on his part, I’ve fallen in love with a man who is still very much an enigma to me.
I want to kiss her so damn much. And more. I want her to be mine, body and soul. My tiger cub. My twinkling star. Am I really selfish enough to drag her into my darkness?
Because I need all of her, but in order to get it, I’d have to offer all of me in exchange. Every sin. Every dark deed. A fair trade.
Innocent. Untainted. She would never accept me if she knew the truth.
If only he knew he was dealing with a mafia princess
“THE FUCKER HAS MY TIGER CUB!” I roar as I hit the steering wheel with all my might.
He lifts his guns, one in each hand, shooting at the remaining Camorra men while walking to me. Walking. As if on a stroll through a park on a sunny afternoon, birds chirping in the distance.
Warmth swells inside my chest, filling the cracks in my soul. I hadn’t even known they were there until this moment.
He’s burrowed under my skin, literally making me feel him. His presence. His dominion over me. I am already “finished,” irrevocably ruined for any other man.
I want to kiss him. And hit him. And send him to hell—all at the same time.
Not only do I still love you. I fucking live for you, tiger cub.”
My eyes bore into Nera’s, looking for lies or deceit. There is none. Just tenderness. Love. I don’t deserve it. Don’t deserve her. But I’m going to take it anyway.
“Everything is gray and empty. You are my lifeline, tiger cub, because there is no life for me if you’re not in it.”
“Why are we chasing the people who’ve just been shooting at us?” “So we can kill them, baby. Get down.”
“Yes,” Nera says, her voice breaking. “He finally found us.” “Oh. Good.” Lucia nods in a serious manner, then pulls on my hair with a quick tug. “Don’t get lost again.”
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