Killer, Killer

After retired hitman, Denver Djroitz finds his wife and kids killed in their home, he comes unhinged. Everything he hated and despised from his old life would now become his saving grace.

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Denver sat there, glaring at the man that smirked back, "Tell me who killed her."

The man only smirked more, each word that he spoke, every movement of his mouth, only made Djroids grow madder and madder.

"No can do amigo," he sat into an old chair, "Mmm, comfy. Us boys, we stick together, we don't go runnin' around selling each other out. What you think a Mafia is?"

"Al, I swear to God and the Angels above, if you don't give me a name..."

"As I said," He began, the Cajun accent lowering to a threatening tone, "No can do."

"There's a special place in hell for you."

"Same with you, no man that lets their family die gets into heaven, not for free."

And that was it, the very moment, the very second that he came undone. Everything blurred, everything disappeared, nothing stood between him and finding his family's killer. Nothing would stop him.

"You're gonna die tonight."