Every single hope she had about me, about my club, shatters around her and falls to the earth. I never lied about who I am. The hopes she had were her own. I don’t pretend. I am the villain she sees now, but that’s not all I am. She will learn to understand. She has no choice but to. I find her eyes again, mouthing to her the only escape I can give, then press my gun to the spot between my prisoner’s eyes and pull the fucking trigger.
