In Walked Sin
IT'S GOOD TO BE BAD…
I have no soul.
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And that suits me.
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How else could I wield absolute power in the nation’s capital?
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I own this town and everyone in it. The public thinks the politicos run Washington. Who do you think is pulling their strings?
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I am.
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Some hate me for it…until they find themselves in the center of a scandal. That’s when I become their savior.
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When I step out of a limo, men stare in envy while women gawk and blush. There’s always a pretty young thing draped on my arm, sometimes two. Window dressing to fill a void or keep me warm on a chilly night.
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They’re all gunning for the same thing—to be The One. But these women don’t hold my attention and they can’t snag my heart.
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Then, she crashes into my sinful world and I’m pulled by an invisible force even I can’t resist. She becomes my obsession, my reason to breathe.
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Everything changes the moment her gaze meets mine.
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Everything.