No one told me that grief felt so much like fear.
~C.S Lewis~
Writer's Voice
Romano walked out through the same entrance to exit to a torrential downpour. Luckily, Devonni pulled over a black Mercedez Benz just as he stepped out of the hotel's driveway speeding away, leaving a dead body and a naked woman still crumpled on the floor unable to stop crying.
He sighed as soon as he got into the car, watching raindrops splattering across the windscreen.
It was relaxing, hypnotic even, watching car wipers move across the windshield, but the earsplitting c***k of thunder and the flashing lighting felt like the gods were angry at what he's just done. But he did not care about that, neither was he going to lose sleep over killing another son of b***h. In his opinion, he had done humanity
