"All the old knives that have rusted in my back, I drive in yours." - Phaedrus (Thrace of Macedonia)
I knocked on the door. Three times.
I heard a faint groan; obviously someone wasn't ready for new clients.
"Come in,"
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Ivan fed him, sent him to school and gave him a nice little room for himself.
From now on, I'd like you to call me your father, Ivan told Matt one day after a training session.
Matt called Ivan "father" ever since then.
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When I was just about to take him out, my eyes caught something familiar. A family picture on his desk.
I softened my grips on him, "Who are you?!"
He didn't look me in the eyes, too much shame in them.
"I'm your uncle, Matt."
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Ivan brought Matt to his training session.
"Cmon boy, lets have some fun, huh?" the burly man said as he approached Matt, slicing the air with his gurkha.
"Matt! Shoot him! Pull the goddamn trigger Matt!"
Matt couldn't. He knew he was holding something that had something to do with the death of his mother.
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One For Me, One For You
Mystery / ThrillerA young man finds out his long lost father is a professional killer. When his mother is murdered, the son is recruited into his father's old organization and trained by a man named Ivan to follow in his dad's footsteps.
