My Mafia
My eyes narrow with fury.
“Go to hell.” I say, and without thinking I swing my dagger, effectively cutting off his forefinger and middle finger. He screams, loud enough to burst my ear drums.
He tries to reach for me again like a blind man, but I step back, towards Hayden and his men.
In his blind fury, he aims his pistol with his good hand. He must have picked it up when I had reached for the dagger.
I stare at his anguish, for the first time without any regret whatsoever. He blinks, shakes his head as he tries to clear his vision.
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