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it, not that it was even wrinkled in the first place. Fucker always dresses like he’s ready to

r him, it might make others take him mor

unhappy host. Munching on the guy’s crisps, I watch in glee as Alejandro delivers another brutal blow before stepping back. There’s a reason they call him Mad

, his lip split and cheek already bruising. And those are only the wounds you can see. I know th

eath stare with the man, waiting for something interesting to happen. It was Jake who brought this man to our attention, after all. But Robbin loo

t that I have anything to do with them. I was deemed too insane to deal

ying, short hair and yanks his head back, a blade appearing in his hand, which he presses to the shaking

since I got to kill someone

derstand, take

I suppose when you don’t have the money to pay, and the only other option is

s brown eyes. I wonder if his daughter is better looking than him, either way, she’ll be our

to be paid or others will sta

rd from the dark, and that’s when Robbin starts to cry. He knows what I am—death. Sylvester

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in Alejandro's grip, whose face

grab my lighter, to burn his house down with him in it until I hear his screams. Fuck, I can

rn her, will you ca

almost as crazy as I am, probably from one too many blows to his

, so I move away, doing a

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do. I realise then I’m rubbing my cock through my je

we’ll be back, you can bet on that,” Jake adds decisi

nt b

her?” Robbin so

ebrow at the man. “You just sold your daughter t

ter than you monsters,” he snarls, showing

om, laughing so hard I smack my jeans. “I to

r. Beat her. Kill her. I just wanted you to know that,” Sylvester remarks as he stands, buttoning his blu

ch.” He turns and

ocketing his dice. “Don’t b

in the man’s face again, wanting him to look into the eyes of the man who’s going to wreck his daughter. When I’m

the doorway of the shitty li

et you know if she cums before or after I slice her neck,” I

blood across his chest as I turn to leave, whistling to mys

bastard,” Alej

toy!” I declare, suddenly in a good mood w

known better, the

with Cobras,

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