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Eighteen
“...The durak is here.”
The statement rings loud and clear in my ears, my gaze lowers to Vincent’s lips moving in painfully slow motion. Every emotion I have held in comes rushing back to me, then I see red. My fist connects with his cheek before I can second-guess the move, the crunching sound of bone meeting flesh sends a sadistic thrill down my spine and I punch him again, smirking at the undeniable pop that signifies a broken nose.
He doesn’t get a chance to recover because my fist comes at him again. His neck snaps to the side, blood splatters to his jacket and I shove him to the floor. Grabbing him by the collar, I rain numerous punches on his face, his neck, every open skin my fist can access. I want to kill him. And the voice re-echoing the shit he said about Sophie only fuels my anger. Why does he have my daughter’s name in his mouth?
Blood trickles from the fresh cut on his cheeks, quickly spreading to the white tile
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