Gio:
She wasn’t a killer; I was the killer. Hearing those words leave her mouth made my heart break. She was good, she didn’t have a bad bone in her body. Willow was the furthest thing from a killer, she was pure and innocent in this terrible world. I knew the feeling though; I’ve done what I had to do and the first man I killed haunted me for a long time. But in my family, you either kill or be killed, so I not longer let it control me.
The women in front of me let death control her and was letting the pain make her a ghost. Blood covered her hands and her body shivered as tears continued to cover her face. I kept trying to wipe them away, but new ones appeared. I took off my suit jacket and wrapped it around her shivering body. I didn’t know how long Willow was boxing for but she was
