Daddy’s Obsession
I said to her, turning back to my target.
My chest heaved as I took aim again, dodging another barrage of bullets. One bullet scraped across my forearm again, tearing flesh and muscle, thankfully it was still to my right hand. But the pain was now getting worse. Still, I couldn’t stop. This wasn’t about surviving. This was about revenge.
I moved closer to the last guy, still firing my bullets, and that was when I saw it—the same insignia on his jacket. The emblem of the mafia group that murdered my brother years ago. The reapers clan groups.