Rivalry in between two elite hitmen known as Banjo McClintock and Ricky Goldsworth gets more heated by the day, spiralling towards disaster as they battle on wich of them gets their hands on the famous detective C.C Tinsley faster. //warnings// Violence, murder, blood and gore, slowburn, angst

"I'd say like... 30 percent of my thoughts are ones I recognize?" Shane said after careful consideration, idly tapping his lower lip. "I still care about you, my job, my parents... but I also seem to be caring about a lot of other things I never used to care about." "...Like what?" Ryan asked, softly. He wasn't sure he wanted to know, and by the dead-eyed stare Shane gave him, he figured he was right.

"𝕴𝖋 𝖎 𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝖌𝖔 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴 𝖉𝖎𝖊, 𝕴 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖌𝖔 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓. 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖞 𝖓𝖔𝖙." ::: After a bad fight over laundry, 28-year-old C.C Tinsley wanders to a bad near he and his girlfriend's apartment. There, he meets 24-year-old Ricky Goldsworth, a regular at the bar and the inheritant of his parents surgery fortune. The two are fast friends and get to bantering over the existence of supernatural beings and true crime, and C.C feels like he's known Ricky for years. He feels comfortable. At home, even. The most comfortable he's been in weeks. Until Ricky tells him a secret that makes his blood run cold. For the next week, C.C cant sleep. he's left thinking of what Ricky told him. he doesn't go to the police. instead he stupidly decides that his religious love of true crime is enough to figure out who Ricky Goldsworth really is. But Ricky's history may be way too much for C.C to handle. Eventually, he finds himself caught up in a mess he cant seem to tell anyone about. He wants to get out- but he doesn't want to leave Ricky alone. sounds like a case for C.C Tinsley- a case to try and save Ricky Goldsworth from his darkness, and trying not to get sucked in himself. :: "Can I tell you a secret, long legs?" Ricky said, a slight slur to his voice. He smiled, his teeth shining white. "Sure." C.C laughed, wiping his mouth and slamming his glass onto the counter. Ricky leaned in, setting his hands on C.C's shoulders and opening his mouth, his warm breath all over C.C's face and neck. "I've killed a man. And I think I'll kill another one soon." He whispered, followed by a laugh C.C thought only came from your one creepy alcoholic uncle Sal. :: Update: 7/17/19 - LMAO 666 READS Update: 4/30/21 - yall still reading this shit?? LMFAO :: *CONTAINS MATURE THEMES *BLOOD/MAYBE GORE? *NO SMUT *EVENTUAL LGBTQ+ MOMENTS *LGBTQ+ C