"Please don't! Please... I'll do anything!"
The man was pinned against the wall, blood running down his neck.
"I swear - anything! Money, drugs, anything! "
Dan smirked. He came closer and carressed his face.
"You don't have anything that I want." He dragged the knife along his throat and put his lips up to the man's ear.
His hot, heavy breathing made the man even more afraid. "Please..." It was just a weak wimper now.
"Say goodbye," was the last thing he heard before he felt a sharp pain in his neck and a thick wetness dripping down his body. His eyes closed and he slid down the alley wall, crumpling at Dan's feet.
Dan shook the blood off of his gloves, and walked away with a smile on his face, blending in with the crowds of New York.
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messed up love | phan
FanfictionKillers like Dan don't understand love, but dealers like Phil crave it. What could possibly happen when the two most dangerous men on Earth fall in love? Trigger warning: smut, death, murder, pills
