“-Shut up.” Fanny cuts you off, pressing her hand to your chest to shove you deeper into the hotel room. She kisses you, the motion feeling perfect yet her rational mind felt bitter. She couldn’t have you, not forever. Sooner or later, someone is either going to arrest you, or shoot you. The same fate falls on the shoulder’s of all Black Brigades.

But, god, she was head over heels for every inch of you. She loved it and despised it at the same time. Anyone but you, and her life would’ve been so much simpler. But she had to hide you, meeting for a night at a time in motels like this one.

“Just…forget about everything. I’m not a cop, you’re not…you. For tonight.”