Page 249 of Unravelling The Beast

“You're right; I am in the wrong spot. Well, I was just a moment ago, and now I am exactly where I want to be. You're here, which is even fucking better for me.”

I laugh and shake my head.

“You die tonight, pig. You're gonna wish you weren't fucking here; trust me on that.”

“Is that so, Arlo?”

As his voice echoes, I can tell he was moving when he spoke the words, so I quickly aim my gun and shoot when I see a shadow, but he hastily retreats behind a pillar.

I draw back and rest against the pillar again.

“You need to accept your fate, cop. I did warn you not to fuck with me.”

“And what about your fate?”

As he continues, my nostrils flare once more, and I pucker my lips in annoyance.

“What are the repercussions of your actions? Do you really think you can go your whole miserable life killing the loved ones of other people and not face the consequences?”

I grit my teeth as I respond.

“The person you're looking for is already fucking dead. I had nothing to do with your daughter's death.”

He clicks his tongue before responding.

“See, that's where you're wrong, Arlo. You and your father are the same person.”

My jaw tenses and rage mounts within me.

“I'm absolutely nothing like that motherfuck was.”

“No?”

“Killing your wife and killing innocent people time and time again out of greed and selfishness? No, you're right; you're not your father; you're much fucking worse!”

In my chaos, I rapidly pivot and dart towards a pillar on my left side, wanting to get closer to him.

He shoots his gun as I go along, missing every single shot, before I lean against another pillar.

“And I was told you are a highly trained killer. What a load of fucking shit!”

His deep chuckle bounces off the walls.

“If I'm so shit, why don't you come here?”

“Why don't you come here, pussy? You're the fucking professional, after all. Come and face me.”

“Your time is coming, Arlo, and if I don't finish you, someone else will. Poor Cree, Wren, and your unborn child can then live a happy life without the despair and hurt you bring them. They will be better off.”

Driven mad, I reveal myself around the corner and shoot my pistol repeatedly as he flees to another pillar. I take a confident stride forward, rapidly pressing the trigger in an attempt to strike him with a shot, and when I do, he groans.

I rest against another pillar, getting closer to him, and I can hear him panting nearby. I take the new clip from my pocket and insert it into my pistol before cocking it back as I speak breathlessly.

“Don't ever talk about my family, motherfucker.”

I'm not sure where I struck him, but I know I need to complete this fast before the feds show up here.

“How did Cree and Wren like the video of you murdering your wife, by the way?”

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