The life and death of The Ivory now rests in the hands of the only one who trulydeservesto hold it…
His little bird in barbed wire.
“May his death satisfy you…”
Glancing at the knife in my hand, I’m shaking. Shaken up, from everything that’s happened in the last hour…
I mean, shit. An entire war was being fought over no more than forty minutes!
Trevel broke me outan hourago…
And now, here we are.
Hundreds of people standing by, on pause. Waiting forpajaritoto make a move.
To… kill el diablo.
This is my last chance. One final opportunity to end all the pain, the torment, mind games and manipulation.
If I don’t do it now, I think it’s clear that I’m never going to.
In a sense, I’m honored that Velle gave this gift to me. That he stepped aside, so that I mightfinallyget my revenge.
On the other hand, I don’t think he could do it either.
And ifVellecouldn’t do it, what makes anyone thinkIcould? He’s a million times tougher than me… He’s been fighting an active war for weeks against thecartel. Taking on an entire army from inside a damn shack.
Meanwhile, I’ve been in a bougie Airbnb eating delicious food and having hot sex. And crying about it!
While I am grateful for him thinking so highly of me, foisting the responsibility onto me probably isn’t the best option to get the job done. I’ve proved time and time again that I don’t have the stomach for following through on this plan to avenge my parents’ deaths.
Why can none of us kill this man??I’m fairly certain Velle has killed for revenge before. I know many people here would love to take their shot at The Ivory. But would they actually be able to follow through?
Pull the trigger, plunge the knife…?
I don’t know that they would. Because callous as he is at times, for the havoc wreaked detrimentally on our lives, hehasaffected us all in other ways.
There can be good in evil. I’ve seen it.
That’s my reason… That is why Istillcan’t seem to fuckingkillhim.
“You can do it, Angel,” he whispers from where he’s kneeling at my feet. Black eyes shining a profound acceptance up at me.
It’s not like the first time… He’s not calling meweak, smirking and gloating like an asshole. Like heknowsI won’t be able to do it.
He…wantsme to.
He wants me to put an end to it. Toend him.
“The next time I see you, I expect you to be ready to use this…”His words from earlier assault my brain.“I’m serious, Angel. You will kill me, because you have to. It’s why you’re here.”
“Está bien…” He nods, closing his eyes in a slow blink and taking a breath. “Ahora… Estoy listo.”
He’s calm, but with a melancholy sense of clarity about him. It’s choking me up…
Remembering earlier, how vulnerable he sounded.
And thinking back, over how much of his guard he’s let down in the last few weeks… Forme. How much he’s showed me a real version of himself…
