LOVING A GANGSTER
Clara J. Stariwe are incompatible but i love himi once believed love would be burning red
Stepping on his hand, I punched him in the guts.
Smirking, “Is that all you got, Captain of the dead men?” I said, daring him to prove his worth beyond a mere title.
He groaned in pain, "You bitch," In response, he lashed out, catching me off guard, his grip tearing through my hair. The impact, more of a resounding slap than a punch, echoed in the little space. I welcomed the choice – my fall, however, unleashed a torrent of blood, just from a single slap. Imagine if he had punched me.
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