Killer
“That is cheating,” Whisp declares, glaring at the Lethal Assassin. Mercy grins, picking up the pile of cash she just won. Of course she cheated, it’s Mercy.
The room still smells of the grey and white paint we used to redo the walls for the 4th time after the place was almost shot to smithereens by Lucca Sanati’s men in a war we started 5-years-ago when we protected his wife from the sick f**k.
A war that was still going strong since he kidnapped my f*****g sister and got his men to r**e her while they recorded the entire f*****g thing.
He was the reason my sister who was once innocent now chose a f*****g gun over flashy shoes. He took that s**t from her, and no amount of bloodshed will get that back. It toughened her up, but I never wanted that for my sweet Ky.
Lucca Sanati w
