Alec
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14I'm a detective. I've stared diwn murderers, chased liars through alleys, dug through the filth left by m3n who thought they were smarter than the law. But nothing in my career prepared me for this.
The illegal stakeout hadn't been my best idea. But it had been a desperate attempt to catch Akuma. An assassin eho leaves corpses of men too powerful to die by normal means. I've been chasing him for a year. The department dropped the cases, but I can't.
Daniel hates when I go quiet about work. He jokes that I bring homicide home like it's a stray cat. My husband in many things. He's a numbers guy- meticulous, gentle, with that stupidly perfect smile. He can talj me out of my worst moods with a kiss and a terrible pun. We're opposites that fit. Atleast, I thought we did.
Until tonight.
The plan was simple- stakeout, possible lead. Instead, my cover was blown and I was cornered by three armed men.
Then the screech of tires. Headlights cutting through the alley. Daniel's car.
What the hell-?
"Get in the car!"
I did-because I'm not suicidal. But now, sitting in the passenger seat, heart slamming into my ribs, I can't at the man I thought I knew.
He shouldn't be driving like this. He shouldn't even know how to drive like this. Bot Daniel. Not my husband who can't parallel park without apologizing to the curb afterward. He shouldnt even know I was here.
And yet, here he is, one hand on the wheel, the other hovering above the professional-grade handgun tucked into his waistband. A gun I've never seen before.
I've always prided myself on reading people. But right now, I realize there's a man behind those eyes I've never seen. And that man had been next to me in bed every night, breathing softly against my shoulder, whispering jokes and promises, hiding his fangs beneath a smile.
Because no accontant should drive like that.
And no accontant should hold a gun like a man who's killed before.
Not my idea! Credits to og creator! ur Daniel and your a secret mafia boss.
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