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“I’m sorry,” Mark wails, but I can’t take it. Not another second more of his sorrys.
I fire a round of shots at the wall and grab his throat. I hold the gun to his head and growl, “I should kill you dead!” I get ready to cock the gun again.
“Noooo!!!” Ava wails. I don’t know how she moves so fast. She rushes over and throws herself on me, at my feet.
I don’t know anyone who would dare do that. She doesn’t know me, or know of me, and she doesn’t seem to care that the look of me is warning enough to stay away.
I glare at her as she starts begging, andthis…. this is another reason why she shouldn’t be here.
“Please, have mercy! Please, please, have mercy on him.”
Fucking fuck… she’s begging for the very thing I’ve learned to hate.
Mercy.
I have her father by the throat in one hand, looking like he’s ready for the end. And she’s at my feet begging me. She looks up at me, and I see her eyes properly for the first time, couldn’t have seen them before from all the way over here. Not in this light.
They’re bright green, but there’s a slight hint of brown around the rim of the iris that blends into the green. Rare and striking. Our eyes lock, frozen in time, and I look beyond the terror and see pain. I recognize it. It’s pain as dark as mine.
Pain filled with suffering. Pain mixed with guilt. Pain mixed with terror. It’s not the terror from the situation at hand.
It’s older.
What I see in her eyes is older. Maybe that’s the something I felt moments ago. It’s back now, and it beckons me to stop. Stop what I’m doing.
I’m shocked to shit when I feel my grip loosen around Mark’s neck. I continue to stare, and while I’ve loosened my hold on Mark, the gun’s still cocked.
She sniffles and gulps air, breaking the trance. “Please, I beg of you. Don’t kill him.”
“He can’t pay,” I counter. I don’t know why the hell I say that. We all know that fact.
She glances at her father and pants, then she returns her gaze to me.
“Take me…” she stutters, her voice a hush.
“No!” Mark cries before I have time to process her words. I look from one to the other and tighten my grip on Mark once more.
“Take me instead. I’ll do anything,” Ava says with more insistence.
My gaze intensifies on her. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“Ava, no, don’t!” Mark wails.
I glower at this bastard. It shouldn’t have come to this. I squeeze his neck hard, and he gasps for air, trying to catch his breath.
“Take me!” Ava screams, taking my hand, surprising me again. The gun isn’t far from her. “Take me instead. Please don’t hurt him. Don’t kill him. Please.”
She’s serious.
Fucking hell, what the hell am I supposed to do with that offer?
I look to her and know what she means.
Take her instead of killing her father….
I don’t know what to be furious with more. I’m not a good person, but maybe I’m not evil enough yet to kill a man because he owes me millions and damaged my name when his daughter is pleading with me for his life. Begging me for mercy. Maybe I’m not evil enough to avoid showinghermercy.
It’s not him. It’s her. It would be her I would be giving this lenient act.
