Chapter 43: MANCINI

I'm sure the vision would've haunted me for the rest of my life. As it stands, I don't think I'll ever forget this either, but at least I was spared that atrocity. I didn't need my imagination to remind me of just what he would've felt as he...fuck this.

I made my way to the bedroom with my weapon drawn. I guess I knew what I was going to do after all. I'll think about cleanup later, right now I wanted to make her pay. I barely spared Cierra's sleeping form, a glance before making my way to the other side of the bed. I'll deal with her cheating ass later.

I pressed my gun to his head, wondering what kind of man slept with the covers pulled up over his head like a bitch. My whistle in the still of the night followed by the sudden feel of cold hard steel against the back of his head soon roused him, and Cierra wasn't far behind.

"Get the fuck up."

"Hank?" She was rubbing her eyes and blinking from the glare of the light I had trained on them. "Quiet, I'll deal