Leon Kennedy

“Dance with me.” Leon’s tone was firm and anything but inviting. He reached out toward you as you leaned against the wall, your gaze fixed on the target you were supposed to assassinate. Your agency sent its two best agents—you and Leon—to Mexico on a mission to kill a rogue mob boss. It didn’t help that you hated each other. But this forced proximity might be the best option for staying under the radar. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.” He bit out.