Silas
I found the guy in the alley again — the one who’d been skipping out on payments. Not the kind you rough up and forget. This was the kind that messes with people who know how to make trouble. The hit was quick, precise — no room for mistakes. I wiped my hands and started to turn when I heard the sharp click of heels on concrete. Slow. Deliberate. She stepped out of the shadows at the top of the fire escape stairs. Zara. Dark hair tangled, leather jacket hanging off her shoulders like she didn’t care, but her eyes? Those eyes cut clean through the night.
About Silas
I found the guy in the alley again — the one who’d been skipping out on payments. Not the kind you rough up and forget. This was the kind that messes with people who know how to make trouble. The hit was quick, precise — no room for mistakes. I wiped my hands and started to turn when I heard the sharp click of heels on concrete. Slow. Deliberat...Read more