CHAPTER 49:
JOURNAL
They unlocked the door to the apartment, grabbing a vase of artificial flowers and throwing it to the floor. Shards fell around the kitchen floor. They stepped over the pieces of glass, holes grazing into the boot’s sole. Slamming the fridge, they picked up a jug of water and drank straight from the jug, trickles of water running down their chin.
Breathing heavily and putting away the water, they kicked at the door of the fridge, seething with rage. “How dare Jackson get in my way! I was so damn close to finishing off Marco for good, and he had to get in my way, running a botched job without any planning, trying to run him over. How stupid can he be? Working in such an impulsive, disorganised way? Little Miss Princess had to get in the damn way too. Again, she tries
