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Lily gulped, it's the 'devil'. She said in her mind with her hands still trembling.

Raven picked the phone from the girl's hand, turning it off, he said, "You don't want to do that. Now run along and forget everything that happened here, little girl." His voice low and chilly to the bone.

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Sunshine Meets Grumpy

He's a hitman, a hacker, a serpent slithering through the city's underbelly. Not a hero, not even close. The mafia's ghost in the machine, shadows his only companions.

Then, there's her. Bookish, buried in debt and dreams, juggling endless shifts and late-night study sessions. Sunflower yellow amidst the grimy alleys, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath her hopeful smile. "Plain," they call her, "basic." But her light, it's undeniable.

One fated night, a muttered curse, a stolen glance. Their worlds, oil and water, are destined to collide. Can sunshine melt the frost around a killer's heart? Or will their tangled destinies ignite a storm that consumes them both?

The Hitman’s Sunshine

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Lily used her hand to cover her ear; the sound of the bullet had almost deafened her. Silence engulfed the whole place after the first gunshot was heard, then there was the loud distant blaring from the police siren.

"We have to leave," Raven tugged the girl's hand, picking up the knife and checking if anything would trace back to them, as they made their way out of the flower shop.

Lily turned to look at the man who used to be her boss; he was lying lifeless with his eyes open, staring at her mockingly. It made her remember his last words before he died, and she wondered what they meant.

Reaching outside the flower shop, Raven opened the door for Lily and got into the driver's seat before driving away from the area. He made sure to corrupt the surveillance cameras that might have caught their faces.

TRAIL OF BLOOD