Worth Killing For

Dante

The morning started with blood, as most of mine did.

By afternoon , gunpowder and grease odor clung to me like a second skin. The warehouse work had been clean, efficient, brutal. A handful of turncoat thieves who'd tried to loot De Leone shipments were now finding out that betrayal in our world meant an one-way ride to hell. I dried my hands on a rag that had lost its colour long ago, obser