Until You're Mine

One look, and every line I ever drew disappeared.

The plan was simple: Get in. Get the girl. Get out.

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The execution… typical for me: Start with the plan, then burn it all down.

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Then she appeared. Trembling, virgin curves barely covered as she’s about to be sold to the highest bidder, yet the glare in her eyes promises she won’t go easily.

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She isn’t even the one I came to rescue. But one look, and I know—I’m not leaving without her.

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That’s where I go wrong.

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Because I don’t just get her and my target out. I get them all out, and it’s messy. She sees what I’m capable of, yet she doesn’t fear me.

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Worse—she sees me like no one else ever has, and I don’t know what to do with that.

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But one taste, one touch is all it takes.

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She's mine. And I’m not letting her go.

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There’s just one minor problem. The men I stole her from? They want revenge.