I'll go to hell for touching her, but I'll enjoy the ride.

That’s my job—to keep people from squealing.
As the number one hit man for the mob boss,
I get the job done.
Narcs don’t talk, walk, or breathe,
Ever again.

But this time,
The tables turn,
My mark just got a little more challenging,
And beautiful.

Hannah Cole changes the game.
Suddenly, I don’t want to play by the rules,
Don’t want to silence the witness.
I want to make her scream,
For more,
For me,

© 2019 by RUMER RAINES. 

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