72

Arawn

I take another pull of my cigarette as I stand in the dark room, my void gaze still directed on the partly decapitated body of the man I once called Brother.

I might overdid it by strangling him to the extent that I severed his throat even if he was long gone.

The rage I felt was exorbitant.

Not that killing a family member would be something entirely new to me, but this kind of hurt me.

Not that it would matter.

Dario finally seems to have gathered enough courage to open the door, having a ray of light falling onto me while I’m leaning against the wall.

“Boss, we were just informed that Danny is waiting in the lobby. If you are ready to go…”

I hum, tilting my head, not tearing it away from the dead body.

“Did you inform the maids?” I ask him, seeing him nod from the corner of my eye. “Perfect.”

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