Snuff

Daniel Smalls got the nickname Snuff by being really fucking good at killing people. The guy’s an encyclopaedia of death. He’s having a pint in his local. Hooks up with a chick called Megan. Turns out there’s more to Megan than meets the eye. Then everything goes to shit—the fucking Eastern Europeans are suddenly involved, and some poor bloke is tied to the bed in the middle of it all, completely unaware of, well, any of it, to be honest. But Daniel can keep calm. Carry on. And fuck up some shit. They messed with the wrong Small. Seven brothers. Seven Smalls. Graphic content. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.