Ride or Die

forest like a startled deer. Nathan followed, his coat flapping in the storm and his heart racing against the backdrop of chaos. Lorenzo's breath came in ragged bursts as he stumbled

stop, chest heaving, and Nathan emerged from the rain like a specter of retri

m rumbled its approval as they stood facing each other. Lorenzo's defiance crumbled as he met Nathan's unwavering gaze. Raindrops mingled with his surrender, a poignant remind

athan was amused at the fact that Myles and Anthony were worried about him; this man was nothing. Out of nowhere, another man came behind Nathan to save Lorenzo's

ine and was far too tall. He was far away, but the sniper zoomed in on him. The rain had soaked his black, messy hair, and each drop had fallen down his neck and into his soaked shirt. He was captivating; She had never seen su

nd he was furious. So he ran after them. Maya was a fast runner; she always fled the scene after she was done with a hit, but someone was running after her. She knew none o

ng onto the wet pavement. Groaning, Nathan pushed himself up, shaking off the disorientation of the collision. Rain plastered his hair to his forehead, and he squinted through

k, messy hair was drenched in rainwater. She opened her mouth to talk, which confused her. She never enjoyed having a conversation wi

. He was taken aback, and she could ignite a war with just those eyes if she wanted to. He had a frown because he couldn't see the rest of her face. She looked like an angel, her beautiful brown wet hair was hugging her face. Nathan may be a Mafia boss, but he was not a player; he would n

inued, 'Little fireball, aren't we lioness?' She rolled her eyes at him, which would have usually pissed him off, but those eyes could roll at him anytime they wanted. 'Okay, how can I repay you?' he asked. 'You can repay whoever ordered this hit' Maya said flatly. Nathan realized she was an assassin, but he couldn't let her go without getting to know her, so he said, 'You're good at what you do

d with the sound of raindrops falling on the pavement. He wondered how she knew who he was because normally his identity was concealed. He knew this woman would be the death of him because he had never felt such a level of affection for