Unknown POV
They'd watched her smoke a few times now. Always after closing. Always alone. She seemed comfortable in the dark, unaware that shadows could bite.
Paul’s message had been clear. “Jack, Silas, or someone that’ll make them bleed inside.” No name. Just a photo and a green light.
Tonight, the gods handed them a gift.
She stepped out the back door of the Pit Stop around 2:14 a.m. The heavy metal door clanked shut behind her. No security lights. No cameras they could see. The world fell into that eerie silence that only exists when bars go dark and regrets slither out of alleyways.
She leaned against the cinderblock wall, flicking open a matte black lighter. Flame kissed her cigarette, illuminating part of her face. She exhaled slowly, legs crossed at the ankle, one hand tucked
