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She was the cop who swore to bring him down.
He was the heir to a violent empire soaked in blood.
But one kiss started a war neither of them could stop.

Detective Sofia Ivanova was never supposed to feel anything for Dmitry Kuznetsov. He was dangerous. Cold. A killer.
But beneath the scars, she saw a man trying to escape his father’s shadow. A man who could love... or destroy.

Now the city is burning. Betrayal cuts deeper than bullets.
And the only thing deadlier than the lies they uncover is the truth between them.

Her name was a bullet. And he pulled the trigger.

Her Name Was a Bullet

She leaned into him and closed her eyes. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. They sat like that for a while.

Then she said, "Do you think we will ever be free?"

She opened her eyes. "Then let me feel something tonight."

He kissed her. Not fast. Not hard. Just enough to remind her that he was real.

They did not speak again for a while.

They moved slowly. Their clothes came off piece by piece. No rush. No noise. Her skin was warm. His chest was cold. Their bodies touched like they were learning each other all over again. Like everything outside the tower had stopped.

When he kissed her shoulder, she held his face in her hands. When she kissed his neck, he whispered her name like it was the only word he could still remember.

They lay down on the mat Leo had left behind.

Mercy is A Choice