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He Kills For Me, I Kill For Him

He Kills For Me, I Kill For Him

Author: Elena Voss
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Chapter 1 The Arrival

Word Count: 1152    |    Released on: 21/07/2025

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where you're going. Th

. He did not ask about my availability. Whether or no

"Put on some

o a girl they buried under her cousin's ni

n the door an hour in, just to see there was no ha

e a s

heir brains couldn't tell them to

eeked of cigarettes and alcohol. Guns rode their h

ieve me, silence in this damn car

s throat was tattooed o

ght continued gripping his knuckles. Hopefully not mine. Though

ward. "Where

ans

tting c

l no

Ever heard of oxyge

his neck. Right g

in my teeth, the way the road changed. There was no more tra

There

ga

god. Wrought iron, black, crowned with barbed wire

the stone and motion se

th their hands bound behind their ba

stopped, no one moved

shield. I heard a soft ping. Then

Fiore. Confirmed. Au

din

fucking Ama

it said in bronze. Under it was written in Latin: Loquere

arning. Maybe both. What

welcome drink? Or is that reserved

dn't

groan, the gates yawned

hough it wanted to give me enough time to re

a. The orphanage has become a home for me. But you

found mys

rolled

bre appear from the trees as

tted with quiet men in suits with long-barreled guns, it looked

iles. Their face

t. Just the click of lenses, on

I wasn't even given enough time to decide what to wear. Stup

side me fi

unless you'

d. "Let's hop

he door. I

nd jasmine. A strange mix. O

by brutalist statues and cypress trees. At the en

while I was adjusting

out lik

o be so tightly wrapped in a bun that it might break a wire. E

osetti,"

and wearing bla

l me Madonn

of an executioner rea

gets me breakfast," I sa

ed in. "Inspect

r w

t blink. "Blad

arm

e your

then back up at her. "You'r

left boot, turned it over and out slid a small cu

m the last man who grabb

"Welcome to Sici

rble stairs, and across the gravel. This place made e

dian. A little car-sized crystal chandelier light

he far end split like

Just paintings of some damn saints wi

y," Sera

ls echoing like gunshot

crubbing tile. They didn't look up.

did same. We entered a little

pointed to a wooden d

room. Until fu

is this more of a wing-

he just opened the d

ing desk. A full-length mirror with a crack running th

d me a sm

your presence for a meal. P

"Unpack. Dres

le

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