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won’t like me and whatever you have going on here, I’ll be

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shutting it down,” Marco snaps before turning on his heel

and walking away without another word.

I sit quietly in the dark room until Asher returns with food

and water for me. Meager rations meant only to keep me

alive until someone decides what their next move will be.

Asher just gives me a slight smile and walks away.

It’s quiet again. It’s always calm right before the

storm.

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Three

Vince

I’m sitting at the dinner table with my father, Pops.

Picking at my food, barely listening to the old man’s

rambling about family tradition and honor.

Here he goes again. Bitching. I can’t take it anymore.

I’ve never been good enough for the old man. Only thing

I’m good at is finishing the job. He only wants me to kill

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and if I wasn’t as good as I am, I probably wouldn’t be

sitting here.

“Vincent!” Pops yells, jolting me out of my thoughts.

“Yes sir,” I reply curtly.

“We will talk after dinner! Do you understand?” Pops

demands, his voice stern.

“I understand, sir.” I reply through gritted teeth.

When dinner is finally over we meet in Pops’ office

a room full of dark wood furniture and hunting trophies

mounted on every wall. He would take me and Marco

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