it's funny how much damage a .338 Lapua Magnum can cause to the person wielding the weapon of death.
the pain sliced through me quick, merciless and death came slowly.
PERRIE GRAM, the plaque on my desk mocked me: ACCOUNTS CLERK.
by night, my name card read ASSASSIN FOR HIRE although between the lines ****** SUBMISSIVE PART-TIME LOVER GRIM REAPER hovered in silence.
hundreds have died by the barrel of my gun: politicians, mob bosses past lovers, business competitors but your thirst for blood and revenge still blinds you.
"I love you," you tell me but the absence of feeling in those three words troubles me so.