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Mack

I was supposed to kill the bartender, but I wanted to sleep with her first

It’d be a sha a woman like that die She deserved a little taste of pleasure before the end

Norh on whatever bullshit came into my head—there were rules, procedures, steps, that sort of thing

Obsessively following the guidelines kept me alive and out of jail Sooner or later, any half-cocked wanna-be hitman ended up with his throat slit or thrown into the back of a police cruiser, and I didn’t plan on going out either way

I was in this for the long haul

But this girl, she was a probleht across It should’ve been too twee—but it worked on her Pale skin, big, dark green eyes, ridiculously full lips, and a figure barely hidden by her drab black clothes She seery

She looked like she’d rather kick me in the teeth than kiss me

That sort of shit turned me on

What can I say, I’m a little messed up

On a norht, on a norured out her habits, then killed her quickly and efficiently

No suffering, no witnesses, no mistakes

Instead, I just kept staring at her froht her eye once or twice She smiled uncertainly and I smiled back

God daht not enjoy it

Fiona Doyle didn’t deserve to die but then again, it wasn’t hter of Grady Doyle, second-in-command of the Doyle Crime Family

The girl was pure-blood criminal, jaded and trouble

My type of woman

I hung around for a while, sipped a few drinks, chatted with souy that spent half his life in the steelworker’s union before chopping off a finger and going on disability His wife left hi on her all the time, and his kids wouldn’t speak to hi the shit out of theretted I said he probably deserved to lose theree His naotten a bullet to the head, it was probably him