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Count Your Fucking Blessings

Summary

Shit. Fucking shit.


You'd have thought that I'd have mastered it by now. Black clothes. Hood up. Gloves on. Gun in the waistband of my jeans. Not a trace left. I had the lock picking kit wedged in my sock, as usual, and it'd gotten me through the back door with no issues. It'd taken me near enough eight years to finalise my tactics, make them undectable and, in the worst case, lethal.

Just once I'd pulled the trigger.

Clean.
Smooth.

It did the job, a bullet to the head to silence the witness because I couldn't afford to be thrown in jail. Any hope of having a job after I was potentially released would vanish, and my good name would be tarnished.

Back to the unfortunate situation occuring right now.
A dog.
A motherfucking dog.
I'd watched this guys every move to the T for the past fortnight, and yet his unknown possession of a German Shepard would be my downfall. It hadn't barked yet, was just watching, waiting for my move. He could probably smell my own two dogs on me, and what that was doing for him I didn't know.

Fuck.

Characters

Jona Weinhofen

Jona Weinhofen

29

Jordan Fish

Jordan Fish

27

Joshua Franceschi

Joshua Franceschi

26

Lee Malia

Lee Malia

27

Matt Kean

Matt Kean

27

Matt nicholls

Matt nicholls

27

Oliver Sykes

Oliver Sykes

26

Chapters

  1. Chapter 1: Burning down the bridges

    There's a bridge. Under it, you may find a certain tattooed man.

Comments

wait why does it say it's completed!?!?!?!?!

youngcrookedcat youngcrookedcat
10/29/17

Please keep writing! I love this so far!

youngcrookedcat youngcrookedcat
10/29/17