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I am ready. Ready to face Lana’s father.
My clothes are simple, but tactical. A black compression long-sleeve shirt paired with black combat pants and tactical shoes. And to top it all off, I’m wearing thin, but flexible gloves. I have to give Leon credit where it’s due.
He thought of every detail, and I respect himonlyfor that.
A Kevlar lining is in a couple of clothing panels and a belt around my waist so that I can stash my blades and one gun in it. The bat is resting on the floor, for now. I didn’t bringeverything with me, like the hand grenades, and I only took one gun. The practicality of bringing all those toys with me would be nonexistent. I need to be smart about this.
And I feel fucking feral, as if I have stepped into a role I was destined to execute.
Even though I feel nervous and giddy at the same time, my boots stay silent on the ground. Gloves tight enough so that the piece of shit will feel every strike. Everything is dark, fitted, and made for killing.
Made for revenge.
Made for carnage.
Made for avenging my little hummingbird.
The mere thought of her makes my heart ache and sends my brain into overtime. The last time I felt this much rage was when my mother died. The agony is unbearable when my mind goes to Lana. Tears prickle my eyes, and my muscles lock momentarily.
Fuck, M, snap the fuck out of it.
The fleeting moment of descent into chaos has passed, but the feeling of emptiness has taken its place. And feeling empty? Well, that shit is much more dangerous than feeling anything.
Everything that I loved has been taken away from me. Loss has been stamped permanently across my heart. I have nothing left to lose, and that makes me the most lethal man on the planet right now.
Even if God himself came down to Earth and asked me to stop, I wouldn’t. Nothing and no one would be able to silence this raging inferno inside of me.
I will get revenge for Lana.
And right on time, the door opens, and Emin walks in.
“Are you ready to meet the master?” he asks me with a smirk. I nod at him.
“I am,” I tell him as I pick up the bat.
I am ready. I hope his master is as well.
66
MWhile we were walking through what seemed to be a large basement, similar to mine, I took in my surroundings, and the prognosis is not good. Whoever designed this place made sure that nobody could escape.
There are many cameras, only two doors in this underground mania, and a couple of ugly lights. Enough to make the hallway light up with dread. I have to make sure to kill everyone in this place so I can escape.
When Emin and I arrive at a dark navy door, he opens it for me and motions for me to follow him. Once I step into the room, I’m greeted by four other men. All scattered across the corners of the room where I’m supposed to meet their master.
The room is large, industrial, andtoo bright, making every movement and every drop of blood visible. I’m now standing in the middle of the room with my bat in my right hand.
I look at Emin and ask him the million-dollar question. “Where is he?”
Leon doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t need to. A cough from the shadows sets my nerves on edge, and Lana’s father appears from the shadows. Now standing a couple of meters away from him, I analyze him.
This tough-looking motherfucker is a little bit shorter than I remember, but he looks fatal. His getup is similar to mine, with only one thing separating us.
This asshole is wearing a black mask that covers his entire face. The tension rises between us like somebody poured gasoline on an already burning fire.
“Did somebody cut your tongue?” I ask the bitch as I set down my bat on the table beside me. He only shakes his head lightly while holding on to his gun. I roll my shoulders once, loosening the tension.
