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Last published Sun, Mar 12, 2017
A man lay beaten and bloodied.
"People who break my trust never live to do it again"
He could feel his limbs freeze as the crew of men slowly watch him freeze to death.
"Anton, I don't know about this. Kat-this guy is hers. If she finds out-"
But the mob boss snapped, voice colored and standing on edge as he shook with the heat only rage could produce.
"I'm not afraid of some nobody"
The man looked up at the sky and thought of her. Of Kat. How if it were anyone but him she would gladly watched him bleed to death in negative degrees.
Crack.
Another man-- one of Anton's guys--falls. His neck is at an odd angle. Scarlett pools stain the snow, flooding the pure flakes as another and another and another of Anton's men die.
She wasn't seen until he stood alone amongst his now dead friends. The cold blade of a knife pressed against his neck.
"You should be."
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