The Kiss Of Vengeance

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reaches of the government . They did not expect me.

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than myself. Something

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he base, watching as the deep maroon emerged. Slowly, methodical

, their faces swollen and bleeding. They were drenched in sweat, mixed with the di

one, the one whose whimpers had fi

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grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another

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my head to look at what I'd created. Red

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od splattering on the wall behind him. His

n. His whole body shook, his breathing in rapid, shallow

His eyes darted from the freshly dead body beside

chair. He dragged it over, screech

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but he gritted his teeth,

witching against the ropes binding him. He was scared, terrified even

rhaps, fear of

was croaky, weak. "Why don't you shoot

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eeth, his lips p

rigid as I drew near. He tried not to flinch when I knelt down and did the

I could feel the war

he whispered,

ep and holding the gun against his ches

s shut, mouth press

he trigger.

"Vincenzo Lombardi! He sent us to do his dirty work. Please, ple

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Lombardi.

d and chilling. It was the truth I had been

. His breathing was ragged, his shoulders heaving with relief

e hang, watched hope k

n," I whispered. "There

d lips parting to shape more word

ft motion, I pu

ullet tore through his head, spa

breathing out as I watched

k of gunpowd

and deliberate. The rage inside me had not

Vito. "We

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