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I puether Sparky tilts his head as I come up, and then tilts it the other hen I lowerme no

“I’m a killer, Sparky,” I tell hie things I’oing to be twenty-nine I wonder how you’d feel if you could understand me I wonder if you’d still love me, little man”

I laugh gri what Felix would say if he could see rizzled old bastard

Felix was the one who beggedto death inwith blood, he toldso

My phone vibrates and I leap up, shaking my head at the memory

That ret

But I’ve never found a wo prinore inside of me

Maybe it’s this life Maybe it’s made me too cold

But all I care about right now is getting this job done and then finding a quiet corner of the world with Sparky

I pick up the phone and study the photo of Dobry Kuznetsov, a high ranking lieutenant in the East Coast Bratva

He’s a red-faced lasses thick, rinning widely, face shining

He looks happy

He looks like ato be dead very soon

Chapter Two

Dakota

I stand at theand look out upon the estate, thefields, the guard turrets sit like squat stone creatures, the night-silhouetted shapes of the guards just about visible fro a wall that absurdly tall would be an insane feat