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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

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: CHEMTRAILS OVER THE COUNTRY CLUB ~ LANA DEL REY]

It took Lily a few minutes to recognize the man in the chair because his face had been battered beyond recognition.

"H-he," Lily pointed. It was the same man who had touched her back at the hospital, making her feel dirty and less. But what was he doing here? She raised her face to look at Raven, how did he even find the man?

"How did you find him?" She voiced her thoughts out.

Raven folded his arms on his chest, "I didn't. He came looking for me. I'll say it was fate; his death sentence has already been signed when he laid his filthy hands on you. Do you have anything else you want to do to him?"

POPPY FIELD