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So here’s to a world where the heroes don’t look much different than the villains. How else are you gonna beat them unless you play their game?
Maybe it’s not the heroes who save the world at all. Maybe it’s the villains.
“I want to be your first.” My heart stutters, and I stare at Ronan. He…what? “Make me your first.”
I’m sure I won’t live long enough to process that anyway. So fuck it. Let them eat ass. Or, however the saying goes.
Fucking hell, I’ve always been a sucker for the straight boys who hate me.
“What’s your drink of choice?” Dakota huffs. “Probably wine.” Yep. Seems pretty gay to me.
“Go ahead. Try and run. It’ll only make it more fun when I catch you.”
I sniff back my tears because I gotta keep up my image. Gangsters don’t cry and all that.

