Tragic/Beautiful
Logan and Sam, AU
He could die for fucking her. He was a mob solider who worked for her husband- a hitman who would have no trouble digging him a shallow grave should he ever learn just where Logan Hayes put his dick.
She was worth it though. So worth it. He crawled onto the bed,his body hovering over hers, their jean clad legs tangled together. Their guns both rested on the nightstand. He looked down at this beautiful woman who was twice as deadly as him, and twice as fucked up. But he loved that about her. She was beyond perfect in his eyes.
He believed in soulmates. If he knew anything, he knew that Sam McCall was not Jason Morgan's meant to be anything- wife, baby mama, mob moll, ride or die chick, alibi. She was Logan's soulmate. His. She was the other broken half of his soul. And he was the other broken half of hers.
She smirked, as he stared at her, "Kiss me already."
"Sure thing, baby girl."
Their mouths joined in a wild, tongue lashing, explosion of heat. They didn't know how to go slow. Slow would be too sensual and only remind them both that she didn't belong to him....no matter if she was born for him. God had played quite a trick on Logan this time.
Quite a dirty fucking trick, indeed.