ANTONIO
The pain was getting too much and I didn’t know if it was the healing gunshot or my past that was hovering over me like a black cloud or if it was the thought of Erica getting kidnapped and worse dead which made me so out of control. My hands were bloody, my knuckles raw and my shirt bore the witness for the death of the man I had killed. And I knew, that among other things it was his words that had set me on edge. “I would’ve f****d her raw. At least I’d have known what eighty millions of p***y felt like. And what do you know, he was going to give all of us a free access to her once she served her purpose to him.”
I hadn’t given him a simple and easy death. No. A slice of knife to his throat and a gunshot would’ve been an easier death for him after how he insulted my little de
