𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

She's a ghost in the shadows, a whisper of death, with green eyes that hold secrets and a smirk that promises trouble. He's a mafia boss, all dark allure and dangerous charm, with blue eyes that see right through her. They're sworn enemies, forced into an alliance that crackles with tension and undeniable heat. Can two assassins with a history of trying to kill each other survive a war against the Russian mafia, or will their mutual hatred—and unexpected attraction—be their undoing? Dive into a world where loyalty is a luxury, betrayal is a game, and the line between love and hate blurs with every bullet fired.

The biting wind whipped around me on the London rooftop, a familiar companion to the thrill that coursed through my veins. Below, the city lights twinkled like a scattered handful of diamonds, oblivious to the grim work unfolding hundreds of meters away.

"He's approximately eight hundred meters away from you, Ivory," Isiah's voice, laced with its characteristic South London drawl, crackled in my earpiece, nearly making me jump out of my skin. Could have given a girl a warning.

My eye was already pressed to the scope, the crosshair steady. Heart or head? A quick internal debate, then the decision was made. Heart it was. Without a second thought, my finger squeezed the trigger. The gunshot was a soft sigh against the wind, but the result was anything but. A splattering of crimson against a pristine white wall confirmed the kill.

"It's done," I smirked, already disassembling my sniper. Another sex trafficker down, courtesy of yours truly. Sounds pretty good to me.

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

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