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144. THE LAST MOVE

~SOME HOURS EARLIER

Nicholas, tired of standing went back inside after watching the box burn. He still had felt no closure. He wanted nothing but revenge. The phone in his pocket buzzed and he fished it out of his pocket.

It was an email from the company. He pushed the notification and read the contents of the message.

The iPhone struck the wall with tremendous force and shattered into small pieces, the parts clattering everywhere.

Nicholas was fuming and growling, his hands tightened into fists. How dare they fire him? Who the fuck did they think he was? He was not going down without a fight.

The pain he was going through fueled his rage. He would make them pay one way or another. He stomped down the stairs blind with fury. He pictured his hands wrapped tightly around Matteo's neck.

Then the neck slowly transformed in his head, morphine into a small slender supple neck that belonged to Diana. A sick smile played on his lips.

He went into the kitchen and opened the