Sucks to be a Killer

Sucks to be a Killer

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Oct 23, 2020
"I looked down at the newspaper. Another death, and with the same goddamn signature that has been appearing over and over again through the past fucking century. I threw everything off my desk in a fit of rage. I looked at the mess I made, and picked up my pack of cigarettes that were lying amongst the other trash from my desk. I opened the pack and lit one. I picked up all the papers and threw them onto my desk. There's gotta be a connection. I looked at a file I had recently got. William Michael Priest. His mother and sister were both found brutally murdered, and William was nowhere to be found. That could be a lead." This is a story about a lovesick man named William Michael Priest, and a hardened killer named Damien "King" Hearst. (Cover is a wip)
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"Fuck!" I whisper in surprise, pulling my hand back to my mouth and sucking my ring finger. The metallic taste of blood seeps into my mouth and I slowly examine the pad of my red finger. There's a shallow hole where I broke the skin, some blood still lingering there. What the hell? Cautiously this time, I find where I started to pull back on a hanger to see what pricked me. A broken hanger piece? A sharp metal point from the rack? No. Not even close. It's the shirt Danny bought, in the same olive-green color. And wrapped into its hanger is a beautiful, fresh rose, with a piece of paper taped to the top of the prickly stem. Confused, I take the rose from the hanger and pull the note close to my eyes. It's in the same scribbled handwriting like the one I found in her locker. I read it, look at the rose, then read it again and again and again: You two were so close. What happened? All because she killed a man? And to think... It could've been you. Ryan Steel should have a good life. He has a good family, a beautiful girlfriend, great friends, and popularity. But none of that matters, because his best friend Danielle Green might have killed someone. Danny disappeared in September, along with a successful young businessman known as James Wentz. After two months of finding nothing, they show up- but Danny has a gun and Wentz is dead. Unable to resist, Ryan is sucked up into the dark secrets surrounding Danny. Did she kill Wentz? No one seems to know, except for whoever is lurking in the shadows and taunting Ryan. He quickly realizes that there is more to the story than he knows and ends up tied into the mess of the unknown, all while juggling a jealous girlfriend, drugs, gangs... How do you defend someone when they never deny being a criminal?

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