She wants to see the truth behind the mask. I want to protect her from it.

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When a body needs to disappear, I’m the man they call. Controlled. Meticulous. I don’t make mistakes. 

But when I drive my motorcycle up to another crime scene, ready to clean it without a trace, I see a hitch in the plan.

I see her. 

I should finish the job. Make her disappear like all the others.

Instead, I take her home. 

She’s going to be mine.