So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.

A sequel to Family Comes First by Mason FitzGibbon After Carrie telling the detectives about the abuse Tommy put her through, a search is out for Tommy and Jimmy. Julie is trying her best to keep the family's traditions secret, but the detectives have been in the basement. She gets caught up in a web of lies and has to clear her name so that she isn't charged for murder. Jimmy wants Julie and Hunter back. Julie moves in with Carrie and she tries her best to suppress her anger toward Carrie. The story is told as a mashup of Julie and Jimmy's POV *The photo used for the cover is not mine. If anyone knows the photographer please message me*