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He told me to keep et blood on me

I didn’t think I did as he said Put my hands over h flesh sounds like now

But all that I’ve ed to file away Locked up in a box until now

It’s his words that play back over and over again The sound of his voice that I recognize as now, so many years after that terrible day, I crouch behind the decrepit machinery in this abandoned warehouse and hide

“Wrong place, wrong time, sweetheart”

Sweetheart

I’ll never forget that voice Never forget the casual way he called nize it now The el TheThe man who saved my life once It’s him He’s here

And when he shifts his gaze in ainst ive me away

Except that this ti me

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Sergio

Fuck I hate these fucking warehouses Dusty and always frigid

I’m flanked by two of my men Four more soldiers trail us with a dozen more outside It’s to make an impression Joe and Lance Vitelli have overstepped

Lance Who the fuck names their kid Lance in this business? It’s no wonder he’s acting out Trying to prove he’s not a pussy

Our footsteps echo off the old h theheld There’s no door to that rooht bulb is a contrast to the pitch black of the rest of the place

The sound of a fist connecting with flesh is followed by a grunt The grunt, I know, belongs to either Joe or Lance I pick lint off my sleeve and adjust the cuff of my shirt as we near the entrance Ro his hands together He takes in what’s going on, then turns to ives a brief nod and waits