Serial_seresposa

"It was wild to think that maybe I could be normal, wild to think that maybe I had left this dangerous lifestyle," I murmured, taking a shot as I turned around only to find the gun pointed to my head.

"You should know by now, love. No one ever escapes..." he said. I once believed that I was his and he was mine but now look at him, a fool with no conscience. 

Or maybe I had lost mine...

"You better aim right and not miss because if you don't... I will kill you myself." I whispered, taking a seat and watching him with a teasing smile.

I knew for a fact that I would never miss.

A young woman on the rise, living a life that most can only dream of. Having no one but her colleagues from childhood. Dreams can only fathom reality until a taste of desire and love changes the rise. 

Having been betrayed, broken, rejected, and lost. Unico finds her purity stained with blood but no regret. In cuffs but no denial. Being sentenced, to tell the truth, therapy may be the only redemption. 

Unico Thora hopes to find a balance between the past and the present as she figures out the lead to her downfall.

Her Minds Instinct

My body shivered at the mere thought of the memory. I had never thought that things would change so soon and at that moment I began to truly doubt our love. I had begun to wonder if we could make it through anything or were we just forcing our love to work because hey it was us.

We were supposed to be unbeatable, untouchable but most of all we were supposed to be soldiers. Fighting against everything for our love but all we were doing was trying to avoid going back to what made us lovers.

The actual duties of the mafia.

right now looking back, I wasn't angry anymore... I was just tired of all the walls that had been built up by him and by me. I just hoped that since we spent time together, it would keep us together. We confessed to each other through the art of our bodies and reality confessed through the art of duties.

Chapter Eighty-Six: Present: Therapist