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Cleaning

Not in the literal sense, like with a scouring pad and water. And preferably with some brass knuckles and a KA-BAR if she had any, or maybe a bullet to the chest first, because their death had to hurt.

Cleaning

That was all her mind was on the second she left Callum in that hallway. It ricocheted off her mind with every step she took.

Ever since she found Lionel in the street, she was desperately trying to find out which one of his many enemies caught up with him. And just three days after his death, she has. It had been the very people he surrounded himself with. Now, she finally had a target. She was going to wash all of them out of existence with copper and lead. She was going to clean their houses, their cars, their fucking cover jobs. Jonathan, Maxwell, Pablo, the whole lot of them!

She didn’t care that they wanted her dead. That was understandable. But they fucking shot at her at her father’s funeral, and for that alone, they could not live. And on top of that, Lili