Owned by The Beast
People pay me well to take care of their problems.
I make it fast…unless they pay me to make it brutal.
I wanted nothing.
I came from nothing.
Blood and bare-knuckle fights in South Boston.
I owe my life to one man…a man who dragged me from the hell I was in.
He gave me purpose and taught me to kill.
A skill I’ve used well.
That’s when I saw her.
Aria.
The mistress to my target.
Cowering on the pavement with blood in her hair. Blood I spilled.
I do the only thing I can…the only thing that cold, dead thing in my chest allows.
I take her and run.
Only those I work for, the Outfit is in turmoil and in taking her I might’ve become a target myself.
The harder I fall for her, the more desperate I become.
I don’t want nothing anymore.
She’s mine now. Whatever the cost…
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