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“Good… really good.”

He sighs. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that things are moving along perfectly,” I tell him, thinking back to the plan that just struck me. I’m not the only person Streak has messed with and Samson wants revenge on the man as much as I do. Hell, maybe even more. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”

“I want to know what’s going on,” he growls and I shake my head. I would happily keep Samson informed if he wasn’t currently sitting on death row, waiting to be executed, where they record every word of every phone call he makes. Telling him everything would bring the whole plan crashing down around us and we’d both end up behind bars.

“You know why we can’t.”

A noise of frustration greets me before he sighs. “Just promise me you’re going to get this done. I want him to suffer, Warren. I want him…”

“Okay. I think you’ve said enough, friend.”

“Right,” he mutters before sighing again and I feel for him. I can’t imagine what the hell I would do if I was behind bars, unable to get justice for everything that has been done to me. I shudder as I think about sitting in a small cell every single day with only my rage to keep me company. It’s enough to make you go insane.

“I’ll take care of it, Sam. I promise you.”

“I don’t have much time left,” he murmurs. “My last appeal was rejected by the court today and they’re talking to me about scheduling my execution. I want to see him get what he deserves before I go.”

I nod as I reach my car and slip behind the wheel. I fucking feel for the guy and wish I could do something more to make the last of his time here on this earth memorable but they’re aren’t exactly going to let me take a videotape of our revenge into a jail. “Don’t worry. We’re near the end now and you’ll get your justice.”

“Good. Make it hurt, Warren.”

I laugh as thoughts of what I have in store for these boys plays through my head like a major motion picture. “Oh, trust me, I will.”