Since I made my first kill, my hands have never once trembled. There has never been a situation that made me feel unhinged or even slightly agitated. “THE FUCKER HAS MY TIGER CUB!” I roar as I hit the steering wheel with all my might. I’ve been following the dark navy sedan for over two hours. From the moment they didn’t make that turn leading to Nera’s after dropping off her friend, I knew something wasn’t right. When the vehicle started heading out of the city, it became clear that my girl had been kidnapped. I don’t give a fuck by whom or why. Their death sentence has been signed.
