Page 137 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“You motherfucker…” Graham yanked on his binds, twisting this way and that, causing the chair to screech on the floor. When that didn’t work, he got furious. He lifted his chin and glared up at me. “I’ll fucking kill you!”
“You won’t remember my face when I walk out of this room.” That was my enhancement, as Andrew called it. It made me an effective assassin. People didn’t remember me, but Graham would remember what I said.
I pulled out my 9mm and took aim.
“No, wait?—”
He was cut off by the sound of my bullet slicing through the air and into his wife’s skull.
A second later, Graham lurched forward and threw up on the floor beside him. There was no more fight left in him now, just shock and horror. A normal man would’ve felt for him, but I didn’t feel anything anymore.
Whatever empathy I had died a long time ago. Bonnie’s limp body didn’t bring me any joy or remorse. It was an eye for an eye. They took my daughter, so I took one of their wives.
“Pay attention, Graham. I want you to deliver a message for me.” I slapped his cheek and pushed his chin up so he could look at me. “You tell Andrew to stay away from Georgia Pyne, or The Ghost will tear his kingdom down brick by brick.”
