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"I thought we agreed on a mutual day of rest?" His large body was within inches of hers, their chests brushing with each breath.

"Who ordered the hit?" He growled out and Omisha rolled her eyes. It was an unspoken rule to carry that kind of information to your grave- a rule she was certain Thorn knew.

"And here I was thinking you were sort of smart." She remarked as she pressed the auto start button on her key fob. Thorn's hand roughly grabbed her arm and pushed her against her car, her fresh sutures protesting.

"Look, if we're not fucking you have to stop man handling me." She groaned as his grip tightened effectively pushing her wound tighter against the car.

"Would you be serious for two seconds?" He growled as he angrily searched her eyes for an ounce of information.

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When an assassin's next hit is a widely feared hitman you'd expect plenty of bloodshed not a toxic romance.

*Warning very graphic scenes of violence, death and sex*

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