Bullet by Daphne Loveling

SIX
I’ve been looking over my shoulder for years
Changing my hair color, my name, my location.
I’ve stayed too long here. I need to leave.
But something is stopping me. And his name is Bullet.
He’s six-feet four of raw masculinity, in the colors of the Lords of Carnage.
We have no future. I know I can never be with him.
But the thought of running away rips out my heart.

BULLET
I was consumed by vengeance.
Living in a dark place that only fire and death can cleanse.
Then I found her.
She’s running from her past.
Closed off and afraid to accept help from anybody else.
She’s the light to my shadow.
She’s everything I want. Everything I need.
There’s no way I’m letting her walk out on what we have.
I’ll do anything — kill anyone – to save her from the trouble bearing down on her.
Six is mine. And I protect what’s mine.