Page 132 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

“A touchy subject I see?”

“You don’t value your life do you?” I spat growing bored with him.

I turn my head to the side and notice lights in the distance. The chopper is almost here for him.

Logan’s eyes roamed over my body. “Kadra Parisi…” He licks his lips. “You’re looking good.”

I glare. “Go to hell.”

“Aw.” He puts a hand on his heart. “You wound me.”

I let out a humorless laugh.

“You’re here with me instead of helping your Russian and his brat.” Logan inclines his head. “Very selfish of you… but that’s in your blood isn’t it?.” He laughs.

“I’m here for them. I’ll send you back to hell where you came from so they never have to deal with you and your family again,” I say through clenched teeth. “I promise you’ll scream like a little bitch when I spill your blood.” I take a deep breath ignoring the pain in my chest and the exhaustion. “Locking eyes with Logan, I smile. “Just like your little brother and father did. They even begged.” I’m the one laughing this time. “It was pretty pathetic I must say.”

My words and taunts make an impact when his face contorts in anger. His hatred is evident.

His eyes turn darker. “You fucking b–” He’s cut off by the loud sound of the helicopter above us.

It is now or never.

Without uttering another word, I get to what I came here to do. The conclusion of this war I didn’t start but I’m sure as hell will finish. Because that’s the reality. Logan started this war. I had no choice but to fight in when he decided to hurt me just because he could. He fired the first shot and I’ll get to fire last.

That’s what I do next.

I opened fire and I didn’t stop until the helicopter had no choice but to retreat. And when that happens I toss my gun on the ground far away from Logan as I let out a rough exhale.

“I should have sliced your neck like your father wanted me to. I should have fucking ended your pathetic existence you fucking cunt!” He shouts angrily at me.

I had a feeling Gabriele had a hand in what happened to me that night. After the pain in my body faded and my anger calmed, I thought about my sister and as much as Arianna had her faults, she would never hurt me in any way, not if she could help it. Nor me or Mila. But I kept her thinking and believing I hated her and that I blamed her for what happened just so it was easier for her to leave me. Leave us behind and chase her happiness as far as possible from the toxicity of a world she was never meant to be part of.

Away from it all when shit hit the fan.

When I start feeling dizzy, and my head starts to pound I push the pain away and focus on the end game. His death.

“Rot in hell.” My chest is heaving, my blood boiling as I stare at Logan kneeling on the floor covering his body from the attack.

It was out of character.

I didn’t just shoot.

I tortured.

And then I struck.

Not today.

I’d shot without thinking, hitting everything in sight. A few bullets grazed Logan’s skin making him shout in pain.

In all my life, I’ve taken special care in playing indifferent, not showing my tell, appearing unaffected by everyone and everything but Logan’s taunt hurt my heart. Deeply.

“I still feel how wet you were for me.” He licks his lips while his eyes sparkle. “How tight your cunt was wrapped around my dick.” He laughs as I try with all my might to keep my cool. “I even remember the way you screamed when I split you open.”

He laughs and it takes me back to that night and I can hear his evil laughter as I try to push him off me. The past and present blend in as my head pounds harder and my vision clouds with red.

I lost control. I lost control when he started recounting the horror my body and soul suffered at his hands that night. My biggest shame. He makes a mockery of my pain.

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