“Do it,” he taunts. I shove the gun even further into his chin, causing his head to tilt back slightly. My finger is on the trigger one fucking millimeter from painting the gray brick of this house with his blood. “She’ll never forgive you.” That sentence makes me pause, because he’s fucking right. If I pull this trigger, Elena will never forgive me. It doesn’t matter if it’s justified revenge. All she’d see is that I murdered her father in cold blood. I bare my teeth and tears prick in my eyes. The man who killed my parents is Elena’s fucking father.
