Page 9 of Arianna

Here is where all the motherfuckers who cross me come to die.

This is their purgatory.

My beautiful hell.

Not only did Samuel Ashworth cross me alongside his father, but he also took part in one of the biggest trafficking rings in the country.

They dabble in the flesh trade to secure sponsors for their political aspirations.

I am not a saint, and I don’t deny my criminal activities, but my sins will never touch the innocent.

This greedy fuck sacrificed innocent women and children to further his career and elevate his status in this city and between the elites.

His father, Jack Ashworth, once the governor of this city, is next.

I will let him sweat it for a while longer.

I won’t rest until every single one of those sick motherfuckers pay for what they did to those kids.

The agony they put all those families through.

“Left or right, cabrón?” Armando asks Samuel while taunting him with his knife from side to side on his face. Playing with his prey.

Samuel does not get the chance to choose. Armando takes the choice from him just as the perverted asshole did to all his victims. To all those women and children, he didn’t give a choice.

Fuck him.

I turn my back to them, look at the time, noticing it is past midnight, and make my way to the town car, where Banning is waiting to drive me home.

Another night, one less sick cunt on the streets.

One less white-collar criminal this city must worry about.

Banning opens the backseat door for me, and I step inside with a smile on my face when I listen to the screams of agony in the night.

“Where to, boss?” He starts the engine while I look out the car window.

There is a full moon tonight.

Round and bright, lighting up all the dark corners of this night.

Checking my wristwatch, I notice the time. “Home.”

Home to her.

To my little star in the dark sky.

To the key to my cold, dead, and cruel heart.

BASTIAN

Fathers & Politics

“There is only beauty in her madness.” — B

Chicago, Illinois

Not even two weeks after I was sworn in as senator of this city, rumors of my private life started spreading like a killing virus, with the media exaggerating and pushing their narrative.

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