Kiss The Enemy
His shoulder wound ached, his jaw clenched, their love a flame that burned through his pain.
Gianna Moretti crept beside him, her leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp with focus, her braid tight. Her command of La Rosa Nera, a defiance of tradition, was a spark that ignited Kai, their shared pain binding them closer. She gripped her gun, her voice low, fierce. “We unmask The Shadow tonight, Kai. No more running.”
Kai’s hand brushed hers, his voice raw, resolute despite his wound. “We end them, Moretti. Together.”
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