KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.
She gulps, her face finally contorting in fear the second she realises I’m not f*****g playing. “Kiirll….listen..”
“Unless the next words coming from that filthy mouth of yours are the whereabouts of my wife, I would advise that you keep your mouth the f**k shut.”
“Listen….you and I were meant to be anyway. You were supposed to be my husband first, before she came and ruined things. How bad would it be if you just let her go? I mean, I look like her already…you could just pretend on some days that I’m here…. I’ll play that game.
But let her go.”
Her words echo in my mind for a couple of seconds until they sound like a broken record. “You’re a f*****g psycho.” That’s all I say….it’s all I can say because my strength is pulled into not pulling the trigger.
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