I slammed my knife into his neck, twisted it, and then ripped it out. Blood sprayed me and Knox and the floor. It spilled out of Mr. X’s neck far quicker than it had out of Shayla’s and when his legs buckled, my guys let him fall to the floor. Blood spread around him quickly and we all backed away from it. When I saw Mr. X’s eyes go vacant, I felt safe enough to look away.
NOOOOOOOOOO NOT DADDY
I'm sorry
I'll- I'll just finish the book now
