𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

An FBI agent and a dangerous mafia leader. Both fierce and hot headed; stuck in an interrogation room for hours. One develops an obsession for the other.

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"what's wrong, my love?" Scar's plump lips grazed my cheek, slowly going to my lips, until she gave me a small light peck "He needed to die, wanna know why?" She asked, tilting her head with a smirk.

I knew why. But i wanted to hear her say it.

"Why? He was innocent." I boldly spoke.

Scarlett tsk'd her tongue repeatedly, shaking her head as her face grew angry, "innocent? Alexian, baby. He was very much guilty of something. I had a valid reason, love."

She was towering over me, making me look up at her, "you look so pretty and innocent looking at me like this." She spoke, holding my chin with her slender fingers.

"What was your reason?"

"He kissed what was mine." She answered simply, letting go of my chin roughly. "So he had to go. He's somewhere having a dance with the devil." and she started laughing manically, what have i gotten myself into?
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WLW/BWWW