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I am death. My face is the last thing my targets see before I snatch their souls from their bodies. I gain strength from their fear and pleasure from their screams. Just hearing my name will make a mother fucker think twice about crossing me. In my line of business there is no weakness and there’s definitely no room for love. At least that’s what I used to think until her little feisty ass came back into my life. She came in like a wrecking ball and bringing all kinds of havoc with her. Now someone has the audacity to think they can take her from me. Fuck no. Her mind, body and soul belong to me. I am the Snatcher of Souls and I will snatch life from anyone who tries get in between me and my queen even if that means burying the man who made me.