Authors Note:

I do not own Dexter or any of its characters. This is going to be a multi chapter story that is about 10 to 12 chapters total (I have not finished writing it). Please read and review. Hint hint, the more reviews the quicker I will update :). As always enjoy and feel free to check out other stories of mine.

▪️Prologue▪️

(No POV)

The moon hung high in the night sky, smiling down on the world below. In the shadows, a man leaned up against the side of a building, a small gun in his hands. He was dressed completely in black with a cloth mask over his face. He glanced down at his wrist every few seconds, checking his watch. He tapped his foot in anxiousness.

The headlights of a maroon pick-up truck came into view, and he straightened up as he headed towards it and it pulled to a stop in front of him. The man hid the gun behind his back as he took another step forwards into the light, using his hand to shield his eyes.

The hum of the engine died down as the truck was shut off. The driver opened his door and stepped out, glancing around him. His eyes fell on the other man and he hesitated before speaking. "You're the one I'm supposed to meet?" He asked in a deep voice.

"Precisely" the first man told him as he took another step towards him. His voice was muffled by the fabric of the mask.

The second man chuckled. "What the fuck's with the outfit?" He asked. "You look like you're about to rob a bank"

"I don't want my wife to know about my dealing" he answered in a smooth yet deep voice.

"Woman" the second one commented. "They rule our lives"

The first man chuckled. "No kidding" he paused as he looked up again. "So you got it?" He asked.

The second man nodded. He gestured towards a shack off the side of the building. "It's all in the shed" he told him. "I can go get it for you"

"I'll go with you" the first man declared. He stepped away from the truck and towards the shack, glancing up at the moon as he did so. His gaze moved along the trees, as if he was scanning them for any movement. There was a reason this place was isolated. The sale of cocaine wasn't exactly legal. But that wasn't what he was up to.

The second man nodded again. "Alright I've already set it all aside for you to make this go faster"

"I appreciate that" the other man commented. His fingers tightened on the gun in his hands and he clicked the safety off. He followed the second man as he led him to the run down shed. The second man pushed the door open with a loud creak sounding off the old wood. A cloud of dust flew up from the dirt causing the first man to cough slightly.

As the second man went in, the first man aimed the gun at his back. His fingers rested on the trigger, and with a steady aim, he pulled it, causing a loud bang to sound off through the silence and the second man to fall over.

The first man tucked the gun away, and moved towards the second one, crouching down and resting his gloved fingers over his pulse. Nothing.

He stood up and left the shed, heading back towards the pickup truck. He climbed in and turned it on again, as the second man had left his keys in the ignition. He put the truck into reverse and pulled back onto the street. He switched the car to drive and sped off into the pitch black night.