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The glass of clear liquid sat half finished on top of my work desk, the liquid leaving a burn as it trailed down my throat. My gaze was solely fixated on the skyline before me, New York shimmering in all its glory.
Somewhere within that concrete jungle was the woman I had married. The woman I had sworn vengeance against and yet the unfeeling organ in my chest constricted at the mere thought of bringing her harm.
I guess I'm not as unfeeling as I once thought I was…
I had been trained, groomed to become a ruthless killer and yet when it came to her, my obsession knew no bounds. My gaze traveled across the room to the portrait above the fireplace, my tongue tasting her almost as if she was right here, writhing underneath the torture of my embrace.
Memories of the time we had spent t
