notsavinyaass.bsky.social
Bio to come. {21+RP|MC}
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Mhm, good.
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Good luck.
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Always
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Ya don't have too
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I have my reasons that none need to know.
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Horrible with words.
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It looks amazing dork
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mind hissed. She can’t be trusted, not for a second, no matter how tempting she is.}
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Watching her make her way to the exit, I caught that walk of hers, deadly, calculated, and laced with a confidence that made her impossible to ignore. My gut twisted with equal parts irritation and something else. Get it together, my
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{I don't know what it was about this woman, but she infuriated me in ways no one else had. Yet, she didn’t answer, giving me that win. I couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin spreading across my face as she turned on her heels to walk away without a word, leaving me standing there, intrigued.
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{Snorts out an unamused laugh. Me giving her those eyes.} Someone is a delusional. If you didn't need help then why are you still here? {I ask as my lips quirk up into a smirk}
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Listen at you taking it out of context. My methods do work better than most. Too bad I will not offer you the same kindness.
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Ego? I can stroke my own ego just fine.
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Thank you
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Moreno.} There’s another hit. You stay here, clean this up. I’ll check it out. {She frowned, but didn’t argue. “Be careful.” } Always am.
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voice clipped. “We’ve got another body,” the voice on the other end said. “Same MO. This one’s a couple miles from your current location. Looks like someone’s sending a message.” I end the call without responding, turning to
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exactly what they were doing. {But something didn’t sit right. The Martinez crew had been quiet lately, their power dwindling. Why make a move now? As I stared down at the bodies, my phone buzzed again. Another call. Another pull back into the chaos. } Agent Kane, { I answered, my
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a moment.} Shooter came from there. { I point to a fire escape above us. Moreno nodded, already signaling to the forensic team. “You’re thinking professional?"} Definitely, {I said before adding} This wasn’t sloppy. They knew
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echoed in my mind, soft and steady: 'Is this how it always is for you? One foot out the door?' She wasn’t wrong. I push the thought away, focusing instead on the details in front of me. The angle of the shots. The blood spatter. The way the bodies had fallen. } They were ambushed, {I said after
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get involved.” } Smart, {I say knowing, the cartel had a way of making people disappear. Standing, I shove my hands into my pockets as I surveyed the scene. My head was pounding, a dull throb that had started the moment I left her apartment. Her voice
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tank, but it hadn’t done him much good. Whoever came for them was precise, ruthless. This wasn’t an amateur’s work. } Witnesses? { I asked, already knowing the answer. Moreno shook her head. “Couple of residents heard the shots, but no one saw anything. They don’t want to
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the story this wasn’t random. It was a message. } Cartel? { I asked, crouching near the nearest body. “Most likely,” Moreno said. “This guy,” she pointed to the man closest to me, “was a mid-level player in the Martinez crew. Other guy’s his bodyguard.” The bodyguard was built like a
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falling into step beside her as we made our way toward the carnage. The alley was a mess. Two bodies lay sprawled on the ground, both men, both riddled with bullets. Blood pooled beneath them, glistening in the light of the streetlamps. The graffiti-splashed walls told the rest of
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officer stationed there. } FBI, { I said, flashing my badge. “Agent Kane.” Detective Moreno was the first to approach me, her leather jacket pulled tight against the chill. She was tough, sharp-eyed, and about as no-nonsense as they came. “You’re late.”} Yeah, well, I was busy, { I muttered,
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already swarming with cops and forensics by the time I arrived, the harsh strobe of red and blue lights reflecting off damp pavement. The cold, metallic tang of blood hit me before I even reached the tape. I duck under it, nodding to the uniformed
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had settled in, familiar and unshakable. This was who I was now. A man who carried his past like a weight he couldn’t set down. A man who left good things behind because he didn’t know how to hold onto them. I step out of the car, shoving the thoughts aside. The scene was
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drive to the scene was a blur, my mind too full of static to focus on the road. Her face lingered in my thoughts, the way she’d looked at me like she was trying to understand something I didn’t even understand about myself. By the time I pulled up to the crime scene, the guilt
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gripping the doorknob.} Yeah, {I admitted, my voice rough.} That’s just how it is. {She didn’t say anything else, and I didn’t wait for her to. Leaving her behind, I step out into the cold night air, the sharp chill biting at my skin as I made my way to the car. The
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head. “You’re leaving,” she said, her voice still heavy with sleep but laced with understanding.} I have to, {I said, not meeting her eyes. She sat up, the sheets slipping down to her waist, but she didn’t try to stop me. “Is this how it always is for you? One foot out the door?” I paused, my hand
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just for a few hours. And now I was slipping out like a coward, running back to the only thing I knew how to do work. I stepped back into the bedroom, moving quickly to gather the rest of my clothes. She stirred again, this time opening her eyes, her gaze landing on me as I tugged my shirt over my
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but I didn’t open it right away. Instead, I stood there in the dimly lit hallway, my head tipped back against the wall. What the hell was I doing? I’d told myself I wasn’t looking for anything tonight, but I’d taken her home anyway. Let her see a part of me I’d buried for a reason, even if it was
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slept, and neither did the monsters hiding in its shadows. “You’re the closest agent,” the voice continued. “I need you there, now.”} Send me the address,” I replied, ending the call before I could overthink it. The address pinged a second later,
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my voice low. “We’ve got a situation,” the voice on the other end said, brisk and all business. “Double homicide downtown. Looks like cartel retaliation.” I clenched my jaw, leaning against the wall as the details spilled out. The city never
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my jeans and phone in the same motion. She stirred slightly, murmuring something incoherent before settling back into the pillows. Guilt clawed at my chest as I stepped into the hallway and pressed the phone to my ear.} Kane, { I said, keeping
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nothing good ever lasted. Just as those thoughts crept in my phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sound slicing through the quiet like a blade. I froze, staring at the glowing screen, the Bureau’s number flashing like an accusation. I slid out from under her as carefully as I could, grabbing
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was still curled against me, her hair spilling across my chest like ink. It should’ve been comforting, grounding, but instead, it felt like a weight pressing down on me. The aftermath always did like the ghosts came rushing back to remind me that
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back in, but for now, they were at bay, held off by the warmth of her skin against mine. Moments later, I felt her drift off into slumber something I wish came easy for me. Minutes as passed as the room became silent except for her soft, even breaths. She
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together in the quiet, her head resting against my chest. I stared at the ceiling, my arm draped over her waist as her breathing evened out, soft and steady. “You’re quiet,” she murmured, her voice heavy with sleep. I didn’t respond, didn’t trust myself to speak. The ghosts were creeping
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the present in a way I hadn’t felt in longer than I cared to admit. It wasn’t just sex. It was something else, something primal and desperate, like we were both trying to fill the same void. And for a while, it worked. When it was over, we lay tangled
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your mind, are you?”} Not a chance, { I said, my voice low as I stepped toward her. The space between us disappeared, and then it was just her and me and the tangle of sheets. Her hands were everywhere, exploring, demanding, grounding me in
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her in. She was beautiful, but it wasn’t the kind of beauty that begged for attention. It was quiet, confident, the kind that made you want to look closer, to see what else was there. Her smile faltered. “You’re not going to change
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apartment. The small room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. She turned to face me, her hands going to the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. For a moment, I just stood there, taking
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closer until there was no room between us, no room for the doubts or the memories clawing at the edges of my mind. She broke away first, her lips swollen and her breathing uneven. “Bedroom’s this way,” she murmured, her fingers lacing with mine as she pulled me toward the back of the
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our lips met, and when they did, it was fire. The kiss was messy and raw, a collision of need and want with no space for hesitation. Her hands slid up my chest, tugging at the fabric of my jacket until it hit the floor. Mine roamed over her back, pulling her