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For those who crave a violent love story.
I know when there’s far too much damage. Abrahm isn’t going to make it, and I find myself incapable of leaving his side.
I let my eyes fall closed and, with trembling hands, take my mask off slowly.
A face that no one is supposed to know. I want him to know.
“Bradshaw.”
“My name is Bradshaw.”
The light has gone. And vengeance is born into my heart.
“I don’t think you can say final destination on a plane.”
“My name is Eren.” “Oh. It’s nice to meet you, Eren. I’m Nellie.”
I showed my true colors to the world when I was orphaned at fifteen. That’s when the underground military faction first laid their hands on me. It’s been ten years since then.
That’s how you come to be in the company of elite killing machines.
We don’t exist, not on paper. We’ve been long forgotten by the people we used to know. I am only a weapon. A rabid dog running from an inevitable death shot.
Basically, when it’s all summed up, we’re suicide squads.
“You’re too pretty to be without a special someone.”
“He’s an asshole to everyone, don’t take it personally.” Bradshaw doesn’t reply or even seem offended.
“I wouldn’t dream of keeping something as sweet as you out too late.”
There’s something in the way he stares at me, like a starved man who’s contemplating a heinous act. You don’t have to tell me there isn’t one good thought in his head.
Red flags are flying all around this guy. But I can’t look away. He captivates me, scares me even and I can kill a man in five seconds flat.
My mom always said I was into bad guys. I doubt she knew I’d grow up to be into ones who clearly had psychological problems. The ones you don’t tell God about when you pray at church to forgive your sins—the ones with dark backstories and baggage.
I turn and find Bradshaw shoving the guy I was dancing with to the side.
“You’re here with us.”
“Fuck, your body is perfect.”
“Oh my God!” I cry as my hips tremble,
“What God? Tonight, you only scream and cry for me. No God will bear witness to what I make of you.”
“You were a good fuck. You can see yourself out,”
Bradshaw is in the shower with me, watching me with unreadable eyes. “Why are you still here?”
“No one’s kicked me out before and I didn’t like it.”
“I have to get up early, so…”
“There it is again. It doesn’t feel good.”
“What are you looking at?” I ask, annoyed. “At the woman who fears the ocean but not me,”
“Okay, fine. I guess if I had to name one thing, it’d be outliving my twin.”
“He’s the only person that matters to you?”
“He’s the only on...
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“It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone I enjoy talking to other than Eren.”
“So, Bradshaw, what kind of guy are you really?”
“I’m a devil.” “A devil?”
“Yeah. I’ve done things no one could fathom. Things I hate myself for.”
“How about you? What kind of person are you?”
“I’m a reaper,” I say thoughtlessly.
“Are you not saying what you do for work for the same reason I’m not?”
“You aren’t Penelope Gallows, are you?”
How did he know my real name? Unless… no.
“You’re not in the underground… the dark forces… are you?”
“You’re the fucking bunny being assigned to our squad.” Oh. Fuck Me.
There’s
absolutely no way he’s my partner, Bones.
I only wish he had taught me something in case I accidentally slept with one of my squadmates unknowingly. Now that would’ve been useful.
I’ve come to the conclusion that we aren’t the good guys. Hence why we’re under the rug.
“Malum Squad, meet our new recruit, Private Gallows. Originally from Riøt Squad.”
And Malum: The Evil—the squad that goes where no one else can or is qualified to go, to snuff out the enemy quietly like ghosts in
