It was him again, back again.. Him with his smoldering eyes, dark inviting smirk and muscle bound body.
Him with his clichéd lines and pleading, his secrets and heart breaking ways.
He was tearing town the walls I built every time he disappeared again, the walls that had kept me safe, and what could I do about it?
Ice wasn't always around, though we worked the same hours, and now I was so damn screwed, because I was falling for Mr. cliché
**Heist Book 2**
Read Dear. Mr Mafia first
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