Angels, Murders & Secrets

[[WARNING: this story contains very MATURE content/themes INCLUDING DETAILED SCENES OF THE FOLLOWING: rape, drug use, sex/human trafficking, sexual/physical/emotional/ abuse, murder, torture, mental illness, suicide, self harm, strong alcohol usage, strong language, sexism, racism, homophobia, medical sicknesses, blood/gore, sexual scenes, and alcohol/cigarette use. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THE FOLLWING SUBJECTS EITHER DO NOT READ OR PROCEED CAUTIOUSLY.]]

You'd think a hit man would have some sense of infidelity, right?

Bubblegum and weed is just not your flavor. Or anyone's for that matter.

Midlisty, a.k.a, the Mad Hatter of the twenty first century, is easily bought off to her clients. For a very high price, she can assure you that the person you want dead will be on your doorstep in the best wrapping paper and with a large bow.

Who doesn't like bows?

This pink haired menace is simply known as insane, or Mid if you want to get more comfortable.

She's the highest quality of "unstable sailor-mouthed stripper", who can get down to the nitty gritty if she really wanted to take it that seriously.

She never does.

Usually, stories are held to a lesson learned, or something that is fixed.

Bullshit.

Join this wild movie car park-in and settle down your fine ass with some caramel popcorn, and maybe some joints to spice it up.