COMPLETE EPISODE 4,5,6The Woman Behind the Curtain

Part 4: The Devil’s Game

I didn’t sleep that night. I sat in my apartment, drinking cheap whisky, staring at the wall. How the fuck did I end up here?

She came the next night.

Wearing black lace, standing at my door like a ghost from a forbidden fantasy. I should’ve slammed the door. I should’ve shouted.

Instead, I pulled her inside and slammed her against the wall. Our mouths collided like thunder. She moaned into my neck.

“You put me in this mess,” I growled.

“You think I didn’t warn you? I opened my curtains, baby. You walked into the trap with your eyes wide open.”

She undressed slowly again—reminding me of everything I had tried to forget. But I couldn’t resist.

We fucked like enemies who couldn’t stay away. Fast. Violent. Full of need and pain. I pulled her hair. She bit my shoulder. My cock slammed into her like war drums. She cried out my name.

When we lay naked and sweaty again, I asked, “Did you set me up?”

She looked away.

“At first? Yes. Bonebreaker wanted to test you.”

My jaw clenched.

“And now?”

She touched my chest. “Now? I’m fucked too. Because I think I love you.”

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Part 5: Blood, Sex, and Smoke

Bonebreaker didn’t just own her. He owned everything. A drug lord with a smile like a coffin lid.

He gave me jobs. Dirty jobs. Collecting debt. Beating men senseless. Running coke across state lines. Each mission dirtied my soul more. But every night, she was waiting. Her lips. Her thighs. Her mouth.

We fucked on cash. In the back of vans. In motels. One night, she rode me in the middle of the compound, daring death. The thrill was like heroin.

One night, after I’d killed a man for stealing from Bonebreaker, she kissed the blood on my hands.

“You’re in deep now, baby,” she whispered. “You can’t go back.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

She smiled. “Then let’s burn this world together.”

But deep down, I knew we were dancing on a volcano.

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Part 6: Escape or Death?

Then it happened.

We got caught. Not by Bonebreaker. By the Feds. They’d been watching. Waiting.

They pulled me in, showed me photos. Me. Her. Drugs. Guns. Dead men. They offered me a deal:

“Give us Bonebreaker. We’ll protect you.”

But I couldn’t do it.

Until I saw her file.

She’d been working with the Feds the whole time.

The ultimate bait.

Even her love for me was a lie.

Or was it?

I confronted her.

“You were the trap from the beginning.”

She cried. Real tears. “I didn’t choose this life. I was his wife. I couldn’t escape. They used me. I just… I didn’t expect to love you.”

“Do you love me? Or were you just fucking me for the mission?”

She kissed me one last time.

“I loved you. That’s the problem.”

Gunshots rang out. Bonebreaker had found us.

Blood. Screams. Fire.

She died in my arms. Bleeding, whispering my name.

I took Bonebreaker down that night. The police stormed in just in time. I was covered in blood. Her blood. His blood. My soul, soaked in regret.

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Epilogue: The Price of Desire

I walk the streets now. Free, but not really.

Every window I pass, I see her silhouette. Every night, I imagine her curtain pulling open again. Her naked body. Her eyes. That dangerous invitation.

She was desire. She was death. She was the woman behind the curtain.

And I was the fool who walked in.

The End