Mafia x crime cleaner
Chapter One — Blood Doesn’t Scare Her At 2:13 in the morning, the warehouse smelled like bleach, rust, and old rain. Most people noticed the blood first. She noticed the footprints. Mud tracked across the concrete in uneven patterns—one set dragging slightly, another too clean to belong there. Somebody had left in a hurry. Somebody else had stayed too long. The body was slumped beside a steel table. Gunshot. Close range. Messy. The two men standing near the entrance looked like they were one bad minute away from throwing up. She didn’t react. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t wrinkle her nose. Just stepped over the blood like she was avoiding a puddle. “You serious?” one of the men muttered. “She’s the cleaner?” Twenty-one years old. Dark jacket. Gloves already on. Expression permanently set somewhere between annoyed and emotionally unavailable. Her face rarely changed much. People called it intimidating. A resting bitch face, according to one drunk guy who’d immediately apologized after she stare
About Mafia x crime cleaner
Chapter One — Blood Doesn’t Scare Her At 2:13 in the morning, the warehouse smelled like bleach, rust, and old rain. Most people noticed the blood first. She noticed the footprints. Mud tracked across the concrete in uneven patterns—one set dragging slightly, another too clean to belong there. Somebody had left in a hurry. Somebody else had stay...Read more