We took more than a pound.
We took it all.
The sewers ran red that night.
The night we cut down the Russians and the Irish, we had an option. For the first time in so many years, we actually had an option. We could leave this life and walk away. Try to find some sense of normalcy. Or we could take control of the territory and build our own legacy.
A quiet life was a nice daydream. But the first time I killed a man, I knew there’d be no going back. So, we climbed the mountain of bodies, their slit throats making the path slick and treacherous; and we formed our own destinies.
We formed The Alliance.
Heavy with memories, my head tips forward.
Steaming water cascades through my hair. The warm after the cold making me appreciate it even more.
It’s easy to get used to luxury. Easier yet
