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To the girls who see guns as potential sex toys, why stop there? It’s time to get laid while using a rifle.
Sergeant of the 75th Ranger Regiment. Eleven Bravo. Special Operations Forces. Codename: Scorpion.
I’ve long since made peace with the grim reaper. He can take me whenever he wants. If today’s my day, I’ll welcome his cold embrace with open arms. At least if I die in the ring, I’ll get to feel alive one last time.
She was mine before and it’s time to make her mine again, because I was always hers. I have been since day one.
thousand-dollar dress, and no one would know that you could take them out in seconds. Beautiful. Violent. Deadly.”
“I don’t want a soldier. I want you. Anyone can pick up a gun. You? You don’t need a weapon to become one.” A soft smile curves his lips. “Although, I hear you’re exceptional with one.” He winks. “I take credit for it, of course.”
beaming smile. “The best female sniper the world has ever seen.”
I want to tell her that the main building isn’t my home; it’s wherever she’s stationed herself.
Choice is merely an illusion. Or at least that’s the saying. With the power of delusion and misplaced confidence, I can get anything I want.
“You kept my clothes.” “I did.” “For ten years.” “I would have held on to them for a lifetime.”
She chuckles, leaning her head against my chest. In this moment, we’re untouchable. There’s no death, no war, no pit of despair waiting for us to drown in. But there are two things I know to be true. She would kill for me, and I would do far worse for her.
Mathijs’s hands land on either side of my head, and a laugh bubbles out of him as he presses a kiss against my temple. “Ik ben duizend keer voor je gevallen, Lieverd.”
“I am about to eat a four-hundred-dollar, world-renowned meal, when I’d rather have you splayed out on the table with my head between your thighs because I am utterly ravished. We were never done. We were always meant to come back to each other. So you can decide whether you’re here for work or pleasure; just know that the latter will be on the table tonight.” He nods to my plate. “So, Lieverd, eat. I have no intention of ordering dessert.”
“I’m a respectable man, darling,” he says, voice hoarse like he’s barely holding on. “And you make me want to do things to you that will make me lose that title.”
“Ik kan niet zonder jou.”
“Let me make you another promise. One day, you will finally be my wife.”
“I want you to myself, in any shape you come in, because I’ll love you regardless of it. Jagged edges and all.”
“If you go, there would be nothing left inside me. So stay, Zalak. Fight me. Hate me. Do whatever you need to do to make yourself feel better. But don’t leave.”
“The way you grip that knife does things to a man, Lieverd.” “I will cut you with it,” she says with a deadly smile. Romance.
So, I ask, would you like to be my plus-one and lose faith in humanity in the process?”
“I could be six feet under, and I’d still walk the afterlife every day by your side. There’s nothing about you that I would change. You’re it for me, Lieverd.”
“Zalak Bhatia. Ex-Sergeant of the 75th Ranger Regiment. Eleven Bravo. Special Operations Forces. Codename: Scorpion. Two confirmed kills at fifteen hundred meters.”
