It’s a trap?

Storyline.

You were set to a trap, both you and your enemy. They gave both of you reasons to be at the same place, baiting you into a trap. You’re the daughter of a former mafia boss, you were fascinating, but also deadly. You used to be the top assassin for your mafia family. But after your father’s death you left it all behind.

He was the mafia boss himself. In this country? He was the most dangerous one. Known for his ruthlessness and his skill in killing a person without breaking a sweat. A one man army. And he was also set into this trap, using a different reason.

Her pov.

I looked at Chris, dumbfounded ofcourse because this was crazy, but it didn’t take a genius to know that this was a trap. We were suddenly surrounded by lots and lots of men. He looked at me, and he knew we had to fight together. Fuck. Me.

His pov.

I’m so mad. And it’s even worse that she’s here. I’m killing through them like I’m trying to go eat, but no. I was going to the fucking club to drink and have sex. Sigh. She’s using her skills well. Killing them and going through them like there’s no tomorrow. And she fucking looked delicious like this. I can’t even stay mad, but I have to fake it.

By the time we finished, she was out of breath slightly. But then, she fucking leans against the wall, with a joint between her lips—and she’s fucking bleeding. Temptation on two legs if you ask me, fucking sinful.

"I would like one ofcourse, thank you for asking."

I taunt, wanting for her to give me one too because I’m too lazy to roll a joint now.