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Ewan

Ash froue like a snowflake I sed and felt burnt wood stick in my throat

The girl knelt in the dirt in front of me as the Philly row ho away layers of insulation andup all her lostin a pool of its own blood in the living rooone, her father included, only a memory for her

It was a co her skin Her eyes were dark blue in the flickering orange firelight She had long, thick auburn hair, gone wild Her full pink lips pulled back into a snarl and she wore a siht black jeans and a black The Shins t-shirt She was pretty, and pissed off, and I couldn’t blame her I had just murdered her father, after all That usually made people mad

Dean stood off toward the fence and peered out to the street He was the son of the Valentino Don and should’ve been a spoiled little prick, but he actually wasn’t so bad Came with me on the hit which was more than I could say for the other Valentino Capos They hid behind their soldiers whenever the real shooting started

Not me, they sent me in first to make the blood fall like rain

“We need to get oing to drop soon and the cops are on their way”

I nodded slightly and didn’t take erous and liable to spring up at any un I held at ry, and no ao away

I knew so it all, except I had a very specific sort of outlet and I doubted she’d be interested in all that

“Got to do soirl,” I said “Can’t just leave her here”

“We’re not,” Dean said and walked over He was about ant s her home”

I frowned and looked at him “The hell I am”