To many, I am little more than a myth. The Kiss of Death, a hired killer, revered by some of the greatest criminal organisations in the world. Trained by the bratva themselves, without conscience, without mercy, the perfect soldier. I’ll kill anyone… for a price. Death doesn’t discriminate, she sells to the highest bidder, but even I have a weakness.
I want one thing—power. But power is merely a game of strategy. The pieces are on the chess board. Death is my queen, and also my pawn. She’ll paint this city red in exchange for the one thing she wants. Now all I have to do is watch it all play out. She’s nothing more than a weapon, and yet, I find myself wanting to dance with death, to possess her. And I always get what I want.
A game of power. A risk that could cost her everything. An obsession that would see the world burn at their feet. A bloodied king. A broken queen. Kill me or kiss me?
- Original Title:Kill Me
- Author:L.P. Lovell
- Rating:8.9 / 10
- Publisher:Published October 24th 2016
Blinking my eyes open, I groan and flinch back against the bright fluorescent lights overhead. My head is pounding, my body feel stiff and achy. I don’t recognise my surroundings, and I panic, sitting bolt upright. The motion makes my head spin and my vision dip in and out. The last thing I remember is them taking me from the orphanage, bad men who do awful things to girls like me. All I can see is concrete. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, all grey and bleak. No windows, no anything. I’m lying on a fashioned bed, hanging from the wall via two chains. It’s a prison cell. I notice a security camera set into the corner of the room above the door, the red light on it blinking. Pulling my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around them, fighting back tears. In an attempt to stop the violent shaking of my body, I squeeze my arms even tighter.
A tear tracks down my face, and I swallow around the painful lump in my throat, jumping ...