Downfall

Carrie

The more blood rushed out of the man’s arm like a stream that was just released from the bondage of thick rocks, the more Kante derived pleasure from that moment.

I, on the other hand, who was throwing up hopefully the last batch of the weird liquid mixture that just came out of me, wondered if Kante was in any way in his right mind.

Regardless of his desire or thirst for blood, he had no right to walk into that room and carve deep pain into Mr. Calmar’s arm.

But then, seeing Kante in such a scene broke the view I always had of him. As his eyes glinted with pure amusement, I concluded that all the men in the Valante’s residence were knee-deep in their Mafia business. And Kante was no exception.

And that makes me wonder if all the things he told me while we were dating were lies. He always talked about how he wanted to be a DJ and stuff like that. I always believed him because I felt that he was sincere.

Anyway, at the point I have reached, I don’t think I can endure staying a m