Lovesprung by the mafia king

griguez himself drinking a glass of dark-colored liquor. It was three in the morning after all. He sat on his

k roots one would see if they were to dig up an Aspen tree. He looks at her with a blank expression. His eyes scream pain

oice is raspy, sexy, in a deprived-of-sleep kind of way

se, amused by her cynical humor. "Would you like a glass?" He asks, gesturing hi

e caught the quick second of bafflement before it left his face. She sits on

lass across the coffee tab

ails down her red lips. Lips the color of blood. She raises a finger to her lips, wiping the liquor before placing her

and says, "Only the sexy ones." She sucks on the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. At this

She takes the handwritten message out of her leather jacket pocket and slides it across the coffee

ally looks at her. His eyebrows scrunch together as he tries to analyze her. Her body language at first glance shows relaxed and unbothered, but as he studies her he comes

ing up gracefully. Stanley looks at her intently, his eyes boreing holes into hers. "Unfortunately, that's my cue to leave." She doesn't bother waiti

time I'll look at you when I speak is when the life is draining out of you

he turns the handle and steps out into the chilly night air. She softly c

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ms, nightmares about her, nightmares about his father, nightmares about his mother. Drinking doesn't take the p

next to him. He felt like he wasn't himself. They were talking about his inevitable death, but it felt different. It felt like they were just two strange

ll. Watching it flow he can't help but wonder why Midnight accepted his offer for a drink. For one of the most in

ay. He looks up, realizing the liquor spilled over the rim of the glass and is now leaking onto the floor. He

He tells the person while throwing the suit jacket in the fi

ring beside him. Stanley doesn't bother to look at him instead he takes the handwritten note out of h

onfused as well. It's not every day one has a drink with their assailant who seems to be toying

there's not much to be done, it's a waiting game with he

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y it's what

do it

shoulder. She leaves seven bodies behind. Three were her targets

end of hers, hired her to kill them and return his shipment. She had some of her men haul it on one of her cargo jets

ake jobs for others like herself, and they'll do anything for money, whether it's torturing someone for information or carrying crate