DROP DEAD // Malereader story
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Last published Sun, Apr 27, 2025
After retiring from a life spent in the shadows as a hitman, you managed to carve out a surprisingly decent existence. The chaos and bloodshed of your past gradually faded into distant memories, replaced by the quiet rhythms of a more ordinary life. You found solace in small routines - morning coffee on the porch, the occasional trip into town, and long, peaceful evenings where no one knew your name or your history. It wasn't perfect, and the ghosts never completely disappeared, but for the first time in years, you could breathe without constantly looking over your shoulder.
But it all eventually unraveled. Word of your past found its way into the wrong ears, and before you knew it, a gang had marked you as their next target. To them, you weren't a man trying to leave behind a bloody past - you were a walking bounty, a payday too tempting to ignore. The quiet life you had built began to crumble as shadows from your former world crept back in, and once again, survival became your only priority.
ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀꜱ.
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