Her pov.

Being chased by the police is really not fun, it’s hard to get rid of them.

You’re probably wondering how it went this wrong, let’s break it down.

I was drunk at a nightclub. Lots of men hitting on me, and I fucking—hate it. Men are so insufferable sometimes. And the club was filled with mafia guys.

I broke one guy’s arm. They’re saying he’s the boss, but he’s the one who got on my nerves the most. So I broke his arm and shot the club down, then? Then I ran ofcourse.

A pretty girl running in the night with high heels. Perfect, just perfect.

His pov.

I feel like killing someone. Why? Because I just do. I could go on a killing spree and no one would know. I own this town, with the police. It’s fun being a mafia boss and a playboy. Best combo.

I was thinking of who I’ll fuck now, because my Johnny is so hard and needs rest.

I’m walking down the street and I hear gunshots, I’m tempted to go and just kill someone, but I just smoke my cigarette and keep walking. But then someone fucking—bumped into me you fucking peace of-

Scratch that, oh my fucking—god.

There’s no way it’s possible someone can be that pretty. And a she looks kinda out of breath, but then she looks at me, her lips slightly parted, she’s wearing a dress, and don’t ask me what color it was because I wasn’t looking there.

Her eyes, that’s where I was looking, (I may or may not be lying) she has hazel eyes, long eyelashes and it’s giving doey but she’s so dark feminine vibe so it’s definitely siren.

Marry me. That was my first thought. Then she opened her mouth, and spoke in absolutely the softest tone ever. There’s no way she just have that tone.

"Sorry, do you know where to head to reach block 8."

I barely comprehended her words but then I was quick.

"Take right then left."

"Thanks, handome."

I’m so tempted to follow her, but she’s gone. Then police, asked me about a lady, same and typical thing she looked like. You fucking vixen. I mislead them anyway, no one will be getting my girl.