C28 Kill spot
Damon’s Pov
The screams of a certain scaredy-cat rang out from behind the garage doors, and as I made my way up, a knowing smirk stained my lips.
The cat was right to be scared because I would show no mercy. I usually don’t.
Our perfect kill spot was an abandoned junkyard that used to belong to a man who owed me money. He paid his debt, anyway. With his life. And his junkyard.
“Open up
