1.I stan.

Cold... cause she's been here before, she doesn't cry anymore.

She doesn't go to the bar, says she hates being a trap house girl.

You know she lusts for the kill but the way she kills you makes you feel alive.

Her heart is pure ICE.

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Luca POV.

I looked at the corners of the room to make sure there were no surveillance cams capturing every move I made. But my cologne alone was enough to wake that bitch up...girl was sensitive as hell...well if the information I'd been given about her was correct.

Where the fuck are those papers.... I'm getting real impatient right now....

I pulled the drawers and there were these papers...but not looking like the case documents; the evidence analysis documents.

I won't even check these...my stupid ass...she can't keep such important stuff in a drawer in the living room....sorry bitch imma come upstairs now.

I turned to face and head up the stairs but ended up holding my breath at the sight. She stood there leaning on the rail. Jeez....I didn't expect this for sure. She'd been watching me all that while...and wasn't even scared or something...who was I dealing with!

And they ain't even tell me she'd be this hot! The lingerie...those eyes...the dreadlocks...and she's black! Ooow hell...a snack.. she's pretty! Focus Luca....focus.

Okay escaping this female didn't seem hard...but without those documents I was doomed.

Shit! did she just pull out a gun from who knows where!??

Marley POV.

I wasn't even ten minutes into sleeping when I heard door hinges creak. I made sure Chazzlewitt, my pet cat (yes, I got inspiration from Barbie's pet cat Chazzlewitt who I'd watched on animations my entire childhood), was on her mat snoring...then who could be downstairs? I grabbed my pistol and stealthily but carefully tiptoed and finally saw this masked guy in my living room. He didn't seem at all interested with the valuable stuff in there...what exactly did he want?

I watched him do the ransacking...low key scared but pulled myself together and waited for him to notice my presence. It's not like it was my first time being attacked by such assholes...except that this one looked a bit more dangerous... not cause he's got a silencer-fitted Mac11, but there's just something about him. Different.

He was dressed in full leather...like a biker boy. Looked like he'd make a really good playboy.

As he turned as if heading for the stairs, I notice the shock making him rooted to the spot. He didn't expect this maybe. To see me standing there in my calmest self just watching him do his thing.

He doesn't attack.

He still doesn't move an inch. He instead continues to inspect me from my bare feet to my disorganized dreadlocks and I could tell he was quite impressed.

We finally made eye contact. His eyes ocean blue...so lazy....his eyelashes were thick and could easily tell on him each time he blushed...jeez! did I imagine him breaking eye contact or did he actually do it. Oh and he's shy too. Interesting.

For a moment the room was serene...the atmosphere was not tense...in fact the tranquility almost got me asking for his name...then I remembered it was Criminal. He was a criminal. Act accordingly bitch...don't be stupid.

I pulled my pistol and pointed it at him. I pulled the trigger.

Did this guy just miss that???!!!! Or did I not aim right??

He jumped all the way and grabbed me from the rail. We fell at the foot of the staircase...I was on top of this mysterious guy. "Next time don't be this stupid you little shit, "he said and before I could even say "fine" he was out of my living room...he must have a whole lot of experience then.

Or maybe he's not just a criminal.

He's more than that. A hitman maybe?

Yes...a highly trained professional hitman.

Or a Russian spy. Must be KGB.

Or the Italian Mafia...But he simply doesn't fit for a low grade burglar.

It's more. It has to be.