Vanessa
This time, I pulled the trigger.
Jericho’s head jerks violently back, a hole in the middle of his forehead. A drop of blood slides down his sweaty cheek, taunting me. It feels like hours pass before finally, his body crashes hard onto his back, and slowly, a red pool spreads across the floor.
There it is, what I had feared ever since I caught Pamela on Antony’s lap has just happened. I knew it, the deeper I sank into this world of hate and cruelty, the more I sensed I’d end up stained too.
I’ve killed a man.
A whimper of horror escapes my lips. The gun slips from my hands and clatters to the floor, the sound echoing inside me. It tolls the end of my innocence.
“I knew it, f**k,” Angel exclaims, clapping his hands together. “I knew she’d have the balls to do it!”
His brother
