He’s supposed to want to kill her, not kiss her face off.

Which, does complicate things as he stares down at her, both of their guns pointed at each other, her red dress trailing down the ground.

They’re on opposite sides of the mafia, rival heirs. That didn’t stop them from dating but their breakup was messy and cruel. And now they’re here, both tasked with killing one another. Both willingly taking on the jobs. “Put the gun down, sunshine.” He says, a scowl on his face.