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I Was A Retired Black OPS Operative, Now A Butcher. A Local Gang Kidnapped My Daughter. He Called Me, Smirking. "I'll Send Your Girl Back In Pieces. Tell Me What I Want To Know." He Didn't Know My Kill Count Was 295. That Evening His Whole Gang Was Found Dead In His Warehouse. He Called Screaming, "Who The Hell Are You?" I Replied; "You'll Be My 300th Kill. Look Behind..." I Was A Retired Black OPS Operative, Now A Butcher. A Gang Kidnapped My Daughter... "The bell above the shop door rang at exactly six-thirty. Gregory Pratt didn’t look up. He didn’t need to. The weight of the footsteps, the rhythm of the gait, the faint scrape of rubber soles on old tile, his brain cataloged it automatically. Female. Light build. Familiar. “Dad,” Paige called. “You’re still pretending you didn’t hear that?” Gregory smiled faintly as he guided his knife through a slab of flank steak. The blade moved in smooth, identical strokes, each cut the same width, the same pressure, the same angle. Muscle memory ruled his hands. Precision had long ago replaced thought. “I heard it,” he said calmly. “I just wanted to finish this cut.” Paige stepped behind the counter and leaned on her elbows, watching him work. She still wore her scrubs from the hospital, blue fabric creased at the knees, a name badge clipped near her collarbone. A faint antiseptic smell followed her everywhere, a reminder of the world she lived in. bright lights, clean hands, steady heartbeats. “You’re obsessive,” she teased. “Normal butchers don’t measure meat like they’re building a spaceship.” Gregory slid the final strip into a neat row and wiped the blade on a folded towel. He set the knife down carefully, edge angled away from the counter. Always away. “Consistency matters,” he replied. “Customers trust what they can predict.” Paige smiled. “Says the man who barely speaks more than ten words a day.” He glanced up at her then. Her dark hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, tired strands framing her face. There were faint circles under her eyes, another long shift. Twenty-eight years old, already carrying more responsibility than most people twice her age. “You eat yet?” he asked..." ✅ Reddit Revenge Story. ✅ Reddit Cheating Wife Stories 🔊 Watch More:    • All Stories 🔊   💗 My IG :   / corayoutube   💌 You Will Love My Merch 👉 https://cutiechunks.creator-spring.com