Deadly Affection

moments, whether significant or seemingly trivial, hold the power to alter the course of our lives, steering u

brief collision. However, as fate would have it, he accidentally drops his keys, prompting you to return them. In that fleeting moment, you notice his attractiveness, intelligence, and a

it becomes evident that appearances can be deceiving. What initially seemed like a good decision turns out to be the worst possible choice one could make. This pers

haping the very fabric of your existence. The narrative underscores the unpredictable nature of life's twists and turns, illustrating

school, and the financial stability that followed. There you are, engrossed in your textbook, with him quietly present, basking in the afterglow of an hour of passionate intimacy. The scene un

ly and intellectually. However, the idyllic facade shatters when you unearth a shocking truth – he is a murderer. Faced with t

propels you down a path you never anticipated, eventually transforming you into a murderer yourself. The narrative unfolds wit

was a piece of meat. "I've had my eyes on you since the moment you stepped into the room." Of course,

. Not a hint of worry is present on my face for him to see. Under the trenc

st, but it works. It works well enough for

pper who wants a chance to get a few dollars from him—a girl like all the others he brought here to sleep with.

sway with every step I take. He watches me, anticipating every step I take as he licks his lips. I can

Italy. He owns about fifteen percent of the world's cocaine business. If he

y someone else—most likely by one of his sons in the coming weeks. I could kill the

ut him. So, to conclude, it's most likely his own family that wants to kil

do for power wil

tter to me. I'm o

jobs. It took me weeks to get him alone. His security is tight

ng something extra for cash, so he would even give me the time of day. Aft

red under the dark lights, you're bound to catch his eyes. This rumor explains the ginger wig I brought and the

month makes me sick. To bring a child into the world for money never sat right in my soul. And thes

job, but I don't have the balls to complain. Our HR department is non-existent, and compl

ould think, based on this smell alone, that he was dead already.

ut of me are foreign. Baby? What do you want me to do to you? M

to make me

s, knives, and whatever else I stuck in it touch my fingers except for the

mber I have these. I pull out the pair of handcuffs. This makes everything a lot

g to make you

ght, but I'm getting paid a hundred times that for this j

them behind his back and cuffing them. Yo

a random woman lock you in handcuffs or even brin

urned out to

I am eager to kill this man. "Do you want to know why they call me Tiger?"

" he

ne, but I can tell he wants me some

mmodity in Italy. I shake my head, reaching for my needle. His eyes are only focuse

rtinez. You should be happy. Not many people can say the

you're so

r prey." I stab him in the neck with the syringe. The needle is big, big enough that I know it hur

do? Who sent y

not know myself. Also, does it matter? You're going to die soon. It doesn't quite matter, in my opin

about to die in less than a minute. My targets are usually screaming for help

be so calm. Maybe this is a calm before a short storm of him thrashin

e told me to retire and leave the whores and the drugs alone. You know," he says, laughing. "She told me to stay in bed

wife. Never question a woman's institu