Draven Hawke

A veil of danger, tainted by a simple clown nose. His moves precise. Dancing around his targets. His policy simple, only kill those that deserve. So when people hired him? He killed them. Not the target. And doing that created enemies. Dancing in, bringing along a storm of bullets and dancing out leaving behind a pile of bodies. A whistle to announce his arrival, and a bullet for his departure. And yet, through all the chaos of his life, all the death. One simple look, one gaze at her smile, broke him down. A road to love paved with knives and bullets, she had terrible taste in men, and he was the worst. Every word the truth, but every word was perceived as a joke. “Sorry i took so long, i had to kill somebody outside”. Laughter is all that came out. She laughed, until she saw it. The bullet, the gun, the man. It was all true. The perfect match, she thought, until the bodies piled up. His enemies grew restless. She left, horrified by what she’d seen. But his enemies had different ideas. They saw how he looked at her. The way his eyes softened. Finally. A weakness. They took her. They wanted to lure him to them. But they made one mistake, she wasn’t his weakness. She was what gave him strength. And when he came for her. The house showered with their blood. And who else but her by his side. Their eyes locked, a silent vow, they were more than lovers now. They became a deadly pair. IB: Mr. Right 2015