I fell for the enemy.
A man whose actions resemble the devil so closely it frightens me.
We were meant to hate each other.
To despise and detest.
But his appeal is so much greater than the playboy smile and body built for sin.
What I'm doing is wrong.
What I'm feeling is immoral.
Because he's the head of the Portland mafia.
And I'm the Fed who promised to take him down.
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