There was no light within him.
From the midnight curls to his charcoal eyes that stalked prey. He was the dark magic mother warned me of, and I wanted to be hexed. He was no match for me.
"I want to know you"
In which a girl whose only experience la...
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Okay, we all know Lucky is Hot with a capital "H" but lets all pretend for the sake of the story that he has a scar on his right cheek😂
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"YOU'VE been avoiding me" The laughter that wafted it's way past the rotting old crates and stinking mold in the rickety abandoned dock factory had ceased hastily into a ominous echo
These newbies were transparent slackers without ambition. I would have heard my footsteps from the first step and been prepared to catch some smoke. But they weren't a priority of mine, it was silver headed blonde with a scar that stretched from ear to halfway down his cheek. It was heeled nicely. Faded and dull. One who didn't look too hard probably wouldn't notice the harsh marking. But the stitches and memories that came with it were ever present.
More than Ivan would like to remember
There were eight of them in total, openly glaring without shame but piss If I cared. I never feared no man and I was running these streets since before these bastards tasted liquor. A little jail sentence wouldn't stop my advancements
Ivan sat in the middle of their crowd, he was leggy but not as tall as me or as broad. Often underestimated because of his looks, his eyes were feminine in appearance and he often wore his hair short. If the scar wasn't there he would have been a magnet to women.
"Ivan..who is this ugly prick" The loud mouth closest to Ivan asks, unknowing to the disaster bottle I was just waiting to be uncapped by the unlucky
I was away for only a year and some change, but that was plenty of time for newbies to pop up and show case their worth. But just from the looks of it, Ivan had managed to surround himself with lackeys rather than warriors.
His hair was natural in color but he's grown it out from the usual gangster buzz cut he sported a year ago.
Ivan had not made any movements since I spoke, only that same stupid gaze he delivered whenever he was surprised. Although it looked more as if he was just bored, I knew blondie better than that.
