DAMON
My head’s spinning with rage, f*****g burning, blood pounding like it’s going to rip my veins apart as I storm to the car, hands still red from those dead bastards in the warehouse. Ronald’s going to bleed, him and his Wells fuckers, thinking they can screw me, steal my world. Andro better have every damn piece of info, or I’ll smash his f*****g face in. I don’t wanna kill tonight, not after Cupcake’s tears, her soft giggles, her moaning my name, but if Ronald’s men show, I’ll give them a slow, agonizing death, burn their bodies till there’s nothing but ash. Annabel’s face is stuck in my head, f*****g me up, making me wanna be better, but f**k, I’m too pissed, too deep in this s**t.
Carlo’s driving, my right-hand man, quiet, ready to break necks. Andro’s in the back with Alice, thi
