The Culling of the Fold (4,600 words; Mafia!AU)

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 “It’s like a dance,” he murmured through his lips, a long-term habit learned from talking through a cigarette, “there are moves you learn, rehearse, and perform. You let these moves take over, let them rule you, and then the job is done. You take your bow, and let the boys clean up the body.” And his smirk matched his brother’s: handsome, devious, impossible, “It’s a dangerous business we run, Horst can certainly attest to that fact. We both can. Think you can handle it, Barrow?”
Leonie squared her jaw, reached across the table for her waiting handgun. “Where do I sign?”

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