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

Justin stared at the woman in his arms, feeling her body begin to shake as the color slowly drained from her face. He knew that death was approaching and it honestly hurt to watch someone he had grown to love easily die as if she hadn't mattered a wink in his life. She had been the one to slowly cross the borders of his heart, constantly trying to make him laugh and see life differently.

For once he had hoped that everything would work and that this time there wouldn't be any surprises. Yet for some reason he kept forgetting that you never get away from the mafia, and its business is never ever done. Yet here he was, mourning over a girl he had only known for four months.

Yet the only girl he wouldn't have to share with another man or worry about her forgetting anything.

Chapter Two: Hundred & Two: Past: Additions Lack Subtractions