His Lethal Love

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ed me by my fake name, which I stated i

before forcing

this restaurant?” He asked

my family. He wanted us to see him dying miserably. I had known he would come to avenge his brother, but I never expected that he would become this heartless. The entir

this cruelty is also happening to her. Scott Martinez wanted us to

ed his fingers in front of my face to

and also this is one of my grandma’s favorites.” I examined the classic look of the restaurant, large oak wood tables

ed, “How old is

d my granny, who had told me about

ior citizens who like to spend their time here. Most of the servers quit this job because they can’t deal with the passivity and laziness of older peo

,” I said quickly. “I’m mo

rrow,” he said with a sincere

nk you so much.” I j

arming when a grin appeared across his youn

t was floating with happiness and hope. Now, I have a job with good pay and it is far away from the city. Scott would neve

g my handbag against my chest, I was dreaming about the future. My dream would only come true when I was able to provi

neck, I looked at a white sports car, halting right in front of me. It didn’t take a second as

i begged for hi

ed in disbelief. Their expressions were as

he entire crowd screamed, shouted

t, pl

ir

. How dashing he was looking in his tight blue t-shirt and black cargo. His shoulders were broad and profound, and his arms were toned and thick. It was the same body which I had g

ng with him to

rds the bakery, I bought two doughnuts and cookies for my brothers. Since Natalie didn’t like sweets, I

g with his high school friends, but I refused him. He was sixteen, and I didn’t want him to be involved in any illegal activity. I warned him i

d wall and peeled paint. I could even smell and see the smoke rising in the air, cau

irritated. “Is everything okay?” I glanced between them and they exchanged a look. After a

hat had you done to him. He had sucked every penny that we had left. Look a

t the food packet on the table be

ce shouted from behind me, making me pause. “If tha

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h chocolate cookies.” An elderly m

nod before asking, “Would yo

garlic brea

order on the pad. “

be all

I needed a couple of years to get my life on track. I had always dreamed of becoming a model but always got a rejection because of my unattractive face and thick legs. I was good 5’8 but my legs were too fat for a model personality. And my face… It

ple didn’t let me. I had bullied

when one of the waitresses screamed out

e got thrilled to hear this news. I even caught a couple of wai

the waitresses said, tugging her blouse, a

him.” Another wai

re putting iced tea and chocolate

yer called me out and forced m

s,

z,” he announced, and my he

ir,” I replied,

f your guest,” he said

“I’ll serve Scott because I

clipped, and she bit he

tered. “I can

nd held my gaze as i

sing heartbeat. “Because I’m not

the tray from my hands before turning me around and pushing

h Maura Garcia. She was giving her autograph to a couple of guests and Scott was busy st

l be your server t

ight into my eyes. There was softness, respect, and tenderness in those eyes. Maybe because he had

,” he said charmingly with a playful wink. Two dimples

an angel. Maura was a luc

I mumbled while fixing

coffees,

, but then Maura called me b

efly before glancing

ograph?” she leaned forward

ho was already staring at me with am

t Martinez doesn’t give an au

ir table. Putting the tray down, I turned on my heel, but suddenly I lost my balance and fell into Scott’s arms. My heart throbbed when he wrapped his muscular ar

m s

froze when M

ved back to my face. My heart lurched when his fury sprang to life. “

sing herself.” Maura sneered. “This

aurant?” Scott said impatient

ve got what you wanted for a long. My parents, my wealt

supposed to leave you alone, Miss Davidson?” he brought his ear close to my ear

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