To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
The anger, the grief, the betrayal— they all swirled within me, a chaotic maelstrom of emotion that threatened to consume me.
But I forced myself to breathe, to control my emotions, to focus on my goal. My desire for revenge, my need for justice— I would channel them, focus them, weaponize them. I would not let my emotions cloud my judgment, impair my strategy, or compromise my victory. Margaret’s confession, her callous disregard for human life, her utter lack of remorse— it would fuel my determination, sharpen my resolve, strengthen my purpose. Justice, I knew, would be served. And I would make sure of it. The game, I knew, was far from over. But victory, I felt, was within my grasp.
Bab Populer