Trust.

Love.

Both words which are thrown around like nothing. Everyday, every second of the day someone will say 'I love you' but do they ever really mean it? Or are they just saying it for the sake of it.

People say hate is a strong word, but so is love and people throw it around like it nothing not aware of the harm it's doing others. You don't intentionally hurt someone you love, you just don't do that.

If someone truly wants you then nothing, absolutely nothing at all would make them stay away. I glance down at my life in my hands. The only thing I could think of right now is how I want to get out of this life.

I want a real job. One that doesn't include killing people, one that doesn't include me having to look over my back every two seconds because I've got a big red target painted on it.

I've given up on the petty game now called revenge. It's useless. I'll hurt him and then he will do something to hurt me, it's a back and forth game until someone ends up dead.

"You're not doing this alone."

"Why not?" I look questioned him.

"I've spoken to my dad about this, I've decided to quit."

I look up at him again quickly not believing a word he was saying. "Nice joke." I chuckle softly placing ivy on the bed, behind me.

He comes and sits next to me. Taking my hands in his and placing them in his lap all while slowly leaning over and gently pushing his lips on mine, not forcing anything. The one word I can use to describe this would be fireworks.

It was very slow, like he wanted to take his time and cherish this moment. My hand slowly make there way up his body and wrap around his neck while tangling my finger in his soft hair.

He pulls away for a second staring at me. He was thinking and was in a deep thought.

My lips hover over his, "What are your thinking about?"

"You, me, us, the gang, our family."

"That's a lot of people to think about there." I mumble as his lips lean down and connect with mine once again. But this time it was more fierce, like fire exploded in our veins. My hands roam his body, slipping under his t-shirt, roaming around his chest before pulling it off him.

I gasp lightly when his cold hand slipped under my top and traveled behind my back un clasping my bra from the back. Gently pushing me on the bed, his lips wonder down my neck and my bra is flung to the other side of the room all with my top.

"You're beautiful." I let his mouth and hands roam everywhere. I gasp slightly feeling his hand slip in through my legs and rest on my pelvis. "Fuck me." He groans feeling how wet I was for him already.

As his fingers push away my panties and gently rub against my clit I lose everything but then quickly sit up hold my hand against my chest. "We can't." I mumble against his lips. "Ivy."

"But I really want to fuck you right now."

"As much as I would like you inside me, I'm not having sex with you while my daughter is sleeping behind me."

He groans and pulls away. I let out a small laugh at his frustrated expression.

"Im not joking Sophia. I'm willing to quit this life and be with you." He says.

"Carter, one thing I've learned is that no matter how hard you try to run away from this life, it'll always catch up to you. You can't ever get away, once you're in, you're in." I slowly say.

"I've got a plan Sophia, a plan that will end this all." He grips my hands in his. "I'm going to put Angelo to bed for good. But it's a gruesome plan, something that's going to cause a lot of bloodshed and I don't want you part of it."

I snatch my hands away from his, "what's your plan?"

"Let's just say, it'll all be over soon." He places a kiss on my forehead giving me a small smile.

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