She's living in two distinct worlds. A definition of grace, serenity, love and ballistic, killer, wicked.
Walking through this painful journey of hatred, enmity, fake identity, betrayal and war among love.
The time spent building the boundaries and the will for the enemy who has been hiding.
Would she remember her duties after stumbling upon that maze of an enigmatic man?
Or the responsibilities would turn into a burden?
""She came near me smiling wickedly, the smile any guy would die for. Swaying her hips, showing her training she has taken for years, is there with her in her veins.
So close to me, making my breath hitch in my throat, and breathing just inches away from my ear.
Suddenly cocks her pistol and shoots thrice behind me, finishing three members of her own mafia as she whispered in my ear, ""Not that easily. You'll die from my hands, baby.""
She walked away, giving me a wink.
I could have finished her when her back was facing me. But I don't because as she said, ""not that easily.""
What happens... when love comes in between the boundaries she has been building for years with the will she had secured from the enmity?
The mafia's secret.
