Scissor Seven Thirteen Novels & Stories

9 Come alone, or the truth about your past dies with your reputation. ​A sleek,onyx sedan sat resting in the shadows, its headlights dowsed. As I drew closer, the driver’s side door clicked open, and Matteo Romano stepped out. ​He didn’t look like a man who hid in the dark. He moved with the effortless,ruthless grace of someone who owned the light and everyone standing in it. The overhead fluorescent light trembled, casting harsh white light across the sharp angles of his jaw and the cold, calculating pleasure in his dark eyes. Matteo. The man Adrian trusted least, yet somehow, the man who now held the razor-slicing edge of my entire existence in his palm.