My gun is ready to go, held at the ready.
Blade walks behind me as I go to my father’s bedroom. I'm not sure if my mother is even there. They normally keep separate rooms.
I hold my breath as I open the door, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. Two bodies are in bed.
Yes! The upper hand feels damn good.
Aiming, I have to laugh out loud. The sound wakes them both.
My father jumps out of bed, reaching for the piece he normally keeps next to him. I scoot over, grabbing it the same time he does.
“What is the meaning of this?” my father bellows.
I don’t answer, I just punch him in the face.
He bellows, rising from the bed to tackle me to the floor. We trade swings, beating the shit pout of each other. I'm glad Blade isn’t intervening.
I grab the back of my father’s head to slam it into the floor, when something crashes down on the back of my neck, knocking me sideways.
My mother is brandishing the bedside lamp, and she squeaks, “No, don’t kill him, please. I love him. Please, son!”
I ignore her, hitting her with a hard glare, swiping the lamp from her hands.
“Your reign of terror is over, you sick fuck. Suka piska,” I snarl at my father.
His mouth opens, and his eyes harden. “You don’t have the balls, boy. You'll never walk out of here alive.”
Ignoring that comment, I press forward. “Why the fuck did you torture all those innocent people at The Retreat? What did you gain from it?”
“Power and money. I plan to take over the entirety of the mafia. Not just bratva, but every faction.”
He uses present tense. What a delusional fuck.
I address my mother. “Did you know?”
“Son, it’s complicated,” she starts, but nope, I’m all the way done.
My inner demon roars, and the need to Rage Out pulses through me.
I cock my head and aim right for the asshole’s brain. I fire twice, just to be sure. His body slumps down, and my mother screams. I don’t say a word as I put two in her skull.
I stand back, just observing for a moment.
The piece of shit that controlled me, ran The Retreat, and did all the sick shit to the patients, is fucking gone. GONE. My chest puffs out with pride.
I roll my eyes at my mother’s body. I feel nothing for her except contempt.
I take a deep breath, and turn on my heel to leave.
“Burn in hell,” I whisper viciously, on my way out.
Ghost
My mouth waters in anticipation. This is going to feel so fucking good. Payback is a bitch.
The ZYGOS guys with me say nothing as we get close to the house. They murmur into their comms, and one glances back at me . “All security is dealt with. You have a clear path.”
I hop out of the car. “Wait!” the guy driving hisses, but I’m already moving. I didn’t even bother to get their names.
