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into his face until he was unrecognizable. I had the gun if I needed it, but I never ended up using it. When he was unconscious I pulled my knife off my holster and slit his throat, wiping the blood on his shirt after. I tucked the knife back in my holster and stood over Rossi’s body, my eyes glazing over as I thought of my parents again. They were good people, they had never deserved this. I said no prayer for Rossi, and when I buried him at the foot of a large tree I spit on the shallow grave. Even Hell wasn’t good enough for him. I was covered in dirt, and blood and all I wanted was to see my girl. My girl, who was I kidding? She was going to leave the second I let her, as much as I hated it.
    Fuck. I hoped she wouldn’t go.

four
     
    When I walked in the door she turned instantly, and I could see the attitude written all over her face.
    “How’d the terminating go, Arnold?” she asked, the sarcasm dripping from every word.
    “Great actually, I killed three of them. Go turn on the shower for me?” I stretched as I walked towards her, noticing the flecks of dirt that were falling off of me. I probably looked insane right now, but she seemed more irritated then scared. This girl always had a problem with me, but I guess I couldn’t blame her.
    “How about you turn the shower on yourself?” She was really testing me today, but girlie, this was the wrong day for testing somebody.
    “Excuse me?”
    “I said turn the shower on. Yourself.” She was seething, and it was fucking adorable—but that didn’t excuse the bullshit attitude. I was doing everything I could to keep myself from shaking the attitude out of her.
    “You want to try again, Brie? Perhaps with a little less fucking attitude?” My fists were tightening as my skin began to warm up. Was it so much to ask that she stop sassing me? Before I could bother to process the idea anymore I felt my nose smashing into my face, the bone cracking beneath a small, warm fist.
    Had she really just hit me? I took a second, realizing the pain was starting to radiate through my face. She had really hit me. I looked at her for a moment, the horror and shock blatant on her face. This girl was full of surprises. I shook my head and began laughing, amazed by the turn of events.
    “You’re something else you know that? After all I put you through, you still got a little fire don’t ya?” I chuckled and sunk down on the arm of the couch. She was so much like my mother it killed me. She was betrayed by multiple bosses, followed, kidnapped—but she didn’t sway. She was a hard bitch; there was no better way to put it.
    “You remind me a lot of my mother. She would never take shit from my dad. But she was respectful to him as well, Brie. That’s all I want from you.” I closed my eyes for a moment and reached up, gripping my nose and setting it in one quick motion. She seemed kind of disgusted but hey, she was the one that broke it.
    “Thanks for setting me straight, bambina. Perhaps I’ve lost sight of myself recently.” I sighed and leaned back against the couch, my mind wandering through the last month and a half. What was I doing to this girl? Was revenge worth traumatizing her? Dragging her into all this? What would my mother have to say if she could see me now? Though the second I considered my mother’s smiling face, the ideas were lost again. I needed the revenge. I needed to know that their deaths weren’t for nothing. I looked up at her, smiling a little before I spoke quietly.
    “I’d still like it if you went and turned the shower on for me, please?” I grinned, knowing she couldn’t resist me asking nicely. I watched as she turned on her heel and headed to the bathroom. God, she’d make a perfect wife. She came back a few minutes after, letting me know it was ready for me. I kissed her forehead and made my way to the bathroom, shutting myself in. I grabbed a garbage bag from under the sink and opened it, tucking the mucked up clothes into it