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    This Bloody Island Part 2: Orders from Yvonne

    "Na speakin' of experience, why did ya kill Kim Tate? I kna ya two disagreed wif each over but she was the bloody best 'itwoman 'round."

    "As good of a hitwoman as she was, Kim was one of those people and the only way to cure those people is a bullet in the head. But there were other reasons, she didn't like that fact that I was a better killer and manipulator than she was. So she tried to seduce me, but I saw it a mile away what she was trying to do. So I killed her son and other known relatives of hers to prevent any type of revenge, then I killed that nasty bisexual bitch. It was gonna be me or her, and I damn sure know it's wasn't gonna be me. She thought that she was ruthless, but unfortunately she met someone who was even more ruthless."

    Yvonne didn't dare say a word. She knows how dangerous I can be but now she got an even more glimps of what I can do if you try to fuck with me, so let that be a warning: DON'T FUCK WITH ME!

    "Anyways she was nothing more than a country cunt. I'm a well-educated man who grew up in a poor area but was able to get a Masters in Electrical Engineering, however I also have other degrees."

    "Wot do ya mean?"

    "Well I have a PhD in Asskicking (or Arsekicking for you Brits), a Masters in Slamming People Through Tables (especially those people), another PhD in Torturing and Maming, another Masters in Humiliating Queers and making those people's lives miserable, and a Honorary PhD for my contributions towards Fire Science." I said backing it up with a silly grin.

    She just looked at me with shocked and didn't say a word.

    "There's wahn more fin' I wahnt ya ter do for me. It's me son's new slapper Snowball Merriman, I daan't loike 'ere wahn bit and I wahnt ya ter kill 'er." (There's one more thing I want you to do for me, It's my son's new slut Snowball Merriman, I don't like her one bit and I want you to kill her.)

    When she said the name Snowball Merriman, my blood started to boil. Me and Snowball were in a drug trade back in Miami and things went well as usual, but after the trade we went to a bar. She slipped a mickey in my drink and took all the money. I've been looking for that bitch for a long time.

    "I'll kill that bitch, trust me it's personal when it comes to Snowball. Well I gotta get myself ready to take care of Cassie and Roisin. Was there anything else you need?"

    "No."

    "OK then, take care of yourself Yvonne."

    "You too love."

    So I left Yvonne's place with a new goal, to eliminate Cassie and Roisin. However I think I need to stop by and pay a visit to Shareen…"

    END OF CHAPTER ONE

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