Chapter Twelve
The boat was shaking, bullets were flying, and there was screaming and shouting. Someone was in his face, yelling at him. He could hear an engine running. There was a hum. He remembered long dark hair. Then he was on him. There was clawing at his face, debris was flying, something hit him, but he didn’t let go of the son of a b***h. He wasn’t going to let go. He’d screwed up once; he’d be dammed if he let it happen again.
His hands were squeezing the windpipe, harder. He could feel the skin, the warmth of the body, the life he held in his hands and the ability he had to extinguish it.
“Sean…”
He heard it again. The voice was raspy as fingers clawed at his arm, but it barely registered. This guy was fighting back, but they always did. Then something hit his head, and he b
