| 122 | Act Of War

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Never in my life have I actually planned on killing someone. I don't wanna rot and die in prison for murder. But I just might. Probably won't even bat an eyelid after introducing that selfish, vindictive son of a bitch to his Maker.

If that piece of shit hurt Seraphine worse than Enzo thinks, I won't hesitate. Won't even second-guess myself.

Someone better make sure our paths don't cross again. Or I'll kill my own cousin without a second thought. Make sure he bleeds to death while his miserable girlfriend watches every second of it.

The second I step out of the backseat, I get slapped by the cool wind and the smell of rain in the air. I scowl. I should've been here much earlier. I should've taken that early morning flight.

It's not just the guilt. For not being there for her. For failing to protect her. To save her from that psychopath.

Shit. I can't imagine how terrified she must've been. And while pregnant. For the first time.

I don't wanna say it