With glossy eyes and flushed cheeks, Roxie continued to shake her head, as if she didn’t believe it or didn’t want to believe it. I’d never wanted to be the one to bring back those old memories, but she didn’t understand how much killing fuckers like her grandfather meant to me.
want What he had done to her was f*****g repulsive, disgusting, and sickening.
It’d screwed her up for f*****g years and would continue to screw with her head.
“I’m doing this to protect you and any other f*****g child from men like your grandfather,” I said as tears slid down her cheeks. “Pick yourself up. Stop crying. Face reality. What happened to you is happening to hundreds of other f*****g kids, Roxie. That’s why I kill them, not because I f*****g want to, but because they deserve it.”
I didn’t know where
