But I don’t care.
I’ve been wanting to kill Rico LaRiccia since I was eight years old and finally, it’s done.
And so is my time with Little Miss Take.
I think she’ll recover.
I don’t think she’s going to die.
But there are no more games in my future.
There is no space for a woman—at least… not one Ilike. In the world I live in, caring about someone is the most dangerous mistake a man can make.
She has to go.
She can’t stay.
She shouldn’t have been here.
She has to go.
She has to go.
She has to?—
I’ve already failed, but I keep saying it, over and over, as I drive to Presbyterian University Hospital, my knuckles white against the steering wheel, weaving through traffic like it’s not even there. Every red light I blow through is another second saved. Every horn blaring in my wake is meaningless noise.
She has to go.
The words have become a mantra, a desperate spell I’m casting to protect us both. But even as I repeat it, I know it’s already too late.
The moment I put a bullet in Rico’s brain, I made my choice.
The moment I chose her life over family peace, I sealed both our fates.
And now, I’m breaking the final rule—I’m leaving a witness.
Never mind that this hospital isn’t meant for random shelter girls who got caught up in one of my games. The facility, a special wing on the ground floor with a separate entrance that allows for easy access without drawing attention, was only built for a single man’s medical needs.
I’mnot even allowed to use the Bavga Wing.
It’s only for my father.
But I don’t give a fuck.
There is no other choice.
It’s either take her there and save her life or… let her die.
Because I certainly can’t take her anywhere else.
I just started a warand I’m leaving a witness.
Yes.
I am.
Iamleaving a witness.