Chapter 21

Ryan

Darkness has fallen, and I'm alone inside my cabin, staring at my demonic reflection in the mirror. My fingers are busy fixing my bowtie, and once satisfied, I smirk in reward. I'm dressed in a black suit, feeling like a modern grim reaper; even my eyes are fermenting storms because I mean business when the fedora is on.

Hatred, revenge, calamity, and judgment, only ugly emotions and thoughts rummage through my head.

I'm not a good man, probably colder than the devil himself, but I care about those closest to me. And if I could choose between selling my soul to him down there or saving the ones I love, I would go with the first option every day of the week.

A knock sounds on the door, and I turn around with a cruel smile—it seems Giovani has arrived with Felicia.

I walk to open the door, fascinated with the fantastic view of Felicia down on her knees on my porch. Giovani is standing behind her, keeping her up by holding her hair with his