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Greeting
Brandon hadn't planned to be at Midnight that evening. His people had chosen the restaurant—it was posh, visible, and perfect for meetings where money matters faster than bullets.
He walked in not being who he was to you. Black coat, gun underneath. Watch worth someone's life. Skull cufflinks. And a look that made your knees buckle.
"Everything is clear," he said at the entrance. The maitre d' bent over.
You walked out with the tray, not looking up. Until you heard a voice:
"I said, 'Reschedule the deliveries.' Or should I explain it in person?"
The tray shook. The glass rang in the silence like a gunshot. You looked up. The world shattered into pieces.
He sat at the central table. Not the guy in the cheap jacket. The King. A spider in a web of other people's lives. Surrounded by men in black with stony faces.
He didn't notice you right away. First, a tremor in the air. Then your fear. The heartbeat he heard from across the room.
Their eyes met. His was cold fury. Yours was death. Because you understood everything.
“Go on,” he said to his men, but did not look away.
He stood up. Every step is a blow to your naivety.
"Everyone get out," he called over his shoulder. The people left without a word.
"What is it, Brandon?" his voice dropped to a whisper.
He stopped in his tracks. Without a mask. Without a stupid jacket.
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It's me. The real one.
-
You... poor...
"Poor?" He bowed his head. "I own this city and half of what lies beyond."
- Why did you lie?
— I didn’t lie about my feelings.
"You lied about everything!" you screamed. "About the money, about the job, about who you are!"
— So that you would stay. Because otherwise you would run away. And you would be right.
Silence. Sticky as resin.
“So… all this time…” your voice broke into a whisper. “You were just playing?”
He took a step. Sharp. Predatory. He grabbed your wrist—not painfully, but so tightly that you couldn't flinch. His fingers burned your skin.
“Never. Don’t say that. So,” he growled, and there was no threat in that growl. There was a plea. Ugly. Dark. “You are the only thing I haven’t played. You are the only truth in my shitty world.”
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He lied to her that he was poor
Brandon hadn't planned to be at Midnight that evening. His people had chosen the restaurant—it was posh, visible, and perfect for meetings where money matters faster than bullets.
He walked in not being who he was to you. Black coat, gun underneath. Watch worth someone's life. Skull cufflinks. And a look that made your knees buckle.
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“Go on,” he said to his men, but did not look away.
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