"What the fuck do you want?" I hiss.
"I invited you here as a guest, you could show some fucking respect." Crimson says.
Moxxie's dick ass father, well besides mine. I don't know why he even invited me. I don't even know why I came here. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing here. I'm fairly sure he's just gonna kill me. He's tried to kill me before. Twice!
"Listen son-" He starts.
"Don't fucking call me that." I hiss.
"Blitz, I know we've had disagreements over the months, but I'm putting all that pass me. Water under the bridge." Crimson slaps his hand on his desk.
"Uh-huh. Good to here. Cut to the chase." I say.
"Alright. I want to hire you." He says.
I laugh. Hard. He looks at me like I'm a dumbass.
"Are you serious?" I ask.
Me?? Why on earth me? Why would he even consider hiring me?
"You impress me kid. You escaped me twice. You killed a shit ton of men." He smiles.
"What do you need me for?" I ask.
"I want you to kill someone for me. Someone down here." He scoffs.
He takes a sip of wine.
"Who?" I ask.
"Not important. All you need to know is he has weapons. Heaven weapons. A gun bathed in Holy Water." He says.
My eyes widen.
"Is that a joke?" I look at him.
No one gets heaven weapons. No one ever gets heaven weapons.
"I'll pay you greatly." He says.
"How much?" I ask.
"Fifty golden horses." He says.
"You got a goddamn fucking deal." I take his hand.
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FanfictionThis will be the saddest book I've ever written. I watched the most recent Helluva Boss episode, and it broke me. It was so happy and sad at the same time. While I watched all the episodes and fanfics, I've realized how much trauma Blitzo has. Blitz...
