The Intention

VOID

Never in my hucker life had I been as paled as I was. For unexplainable reasons, Rocco's words struck me with an inexplicable jolt, rattling my very core.

My brows contracted as I looked down at the table.

"Hey. You there?" His irksome voice hit me.

I frowned and cleared the lump in my throat.

"Why's that? Are you done with the investigations? Did you find the look-alike? Or she's the bitch and has been pretending all along?" I found myself asking.

Hell, I shouldn't care. I never cared when it came to killing. Pulling triggers was my favorite thing. So, why the fúck was I asking?

"No, she's not. And I'm not done with my investigations yet. But I don't fully trust her. So, I'd prefer she's ended, rather than letting her go. I want it done as soon as possible, Void."

A knot formed in my throat, causing discomfort. Uncannily, so many questions flooded my mind. But I didn't want to come to terms with the fact that I could ask. They didn't matter.

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