The secret was safe. That's what mattered.

Every time bullets missed him by a hair's length, the gambler's heart fluttered. Every time the other Stonehearts gathered, tense, panicked, frustrated that someone had once again broken in the IPC and stolen important records, he felt a pang of pride.

To others... You were enemies. Mortal enemies that only wished to see the other fall, a bullet lodged in their heart.

But no one knew what took place behind closed doors. Those blissful nights of elation and pure high, warm kisses and sweet nothings... Always threatened by the risk of losing it all. Losing the other.

...You two were worse than enemies. You were lovers.