I close my eyes for a second as I understand what has happened.
I suck in my lips because I want to murder Kat right this moment for playing me.
The girl frees Kat before she turns to me.
“Give me one good reason why I should free you,” she says.
“You better not,” I say, “Because I am going to kill you!” I roar, and my voice resounds through the catacombs.
“Rose,” says Kat, but I am in no mood.
“Don’t fucking Rose me!” I shout. “You took my revenge, you planned—you, cazzo!”
“We plannend nothing,” says Kat. “I simply told her to make him trust her and delay his death, so your stupid revenge fantasies jeopardise everything and accidentally start World War III!”
“Ti odio!” I shout.
“You can hate me all you want,” says Kat, “But it was brilliant hos she did it.”
“Nothing is brilliant!” I shout. “She is his daughter, probably impregnated by that bastard and you—you!”
“I am not impregnated, fingers can’t do that,” she says coldly. “But I wouldn’t have killed him if not for touching me,” she adds, and her voice gets dangerously cold.
“Let me be very clear, I am not on your side. I wanted him to kill you. I wanted you vanished and see you dead, something he could provide. Looking back, maybe I should kill you, just like him.”
She is angry. Disgusted. I see it in her eyes. The flip that’s switched after killing someone.
“Sophie,” says Kat. She must’ve seen it, too, but Sophie does not react. Her upper lip trembles as she stares at me and draws the gun.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t,” she says, holding the gun to my forehead.
11
SOPHIE
PLAYLIST: KEEPING ME ALIVE (ACOUSTIC) – JONATHAN ROY
Istare at the woman in front of the gun I am holding.
I don’t recognise myself right now.
I don’t even know who I am or what I am doing here.
I killed a man. And the moment I pulled the trigger, my memories came back. Everything came back. Everything they prepared me to do. Everything I should have become. I was nothing but a tool to them.
Hatred burns through me and spins out of control.
Right now, I could burn down the world with everyone in it.
It’s the same hatred that made me kill.
Kill the man who touched me against my will.
A mafia boss.
Whose organisation I took over.
Me.