Chapter Eighty

Leon

Few hours ago

I stared at the gun in my hand thinking about Darlene's face in front of it and imagining shooting her right between the eyes. It was a good imagination because that'd mean the end of her once and for all but I didn't want to go that route like I did with Richard.

The idiot had had an altercation with a fellow inmate - crippled as he was and that one had bashed his head against a wall and he'd passed on from there. He was buried unceremoniously in the cemetery with no one to cry over him and properly grieve him.

Darlene deserved the same fate but I knew how unpredictable she was and I didn't want Beth or my babies to get hurt so I had to think of another way to get her away from Darlene's clutches and also send Darlene right back to jail.

I dumped the gun in the bottom drawer, slammed it shut and locked it then I rubbed my hands over my face in frustration. My phone rang, bringing me out of my thoughts and I looked down at the screen with furrowed brows. I answered