One fateful night, chance encounters are made and their lives forever change.
Love either weakens you or strengthens you and Joker finds out just what love does to him.
Warning:
Smut, language, violence
Leyla stepped in front of the parked black Escalade and shot at a nearby tree. Still holding the gun up with one hand, she aimed at a different tree and shot at it.
She heard footsteps behind her and swiftly turned back and pointed the gun at the person behind her. Joker stood only a few feet away.
She didn't lower her weapon. Instead she lowered her head, her eyes narrowing at him.
"Having fun, miss?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Leyla kept completely still, continuing to point the gun at him.
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He simply glared at her.
"You like being at the other end of the barrel?" She asked in a lustful voice. Joker purred.
"Why the change in tone, doll? It's exhilarating, isn't it? Liberating. As long as you hold that piece of metal in your hand, you decide who lives and who dies." He smirked.
Leyla cocked the gun and aimed at Joker. Joker bent forward a bit, clearly not amused. She seemed extremely unpredictable at this point.
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He had fucked with her mind pretty bad and he just realized the damage he may have done.
Suddenly she shifted her wrist and shot at the man behind Joker.
Joker didn't even look back. He looked intensely at her, a tiny part of him had felt fear very briefly.
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