CHAPTER 46

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"William," he says

"What about him ?" I ask him as he struggles under my grip

"He asked us to attack and gave us the details"

His words were arrows, piercing through my heart

Dad

Why would he do it? To his own wife

"Why ?" I ask him

"We don't know. He gave us money"

I can't take it anymore. I've had enough for today

I remove my blade from his neck only to strangle him with my legs

I stab him in the stomach before cutting his face.

One single cut,
And his face his slit open.

I look at him chocking and dying slowly

He'll be lifeless in a few seconds

I lean closer to him," I want you to remember this face Eliot. I'll see you in Hell," and I stab my blades in his eyes

I grab my other blade and carve La Muerte on his head  before stabbing his other eyes

I pick him up and hand him to the ceiling

I clean my evidence and jump out of the window with my blood boiling

Guess I'll have to meet daddy dearest


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The 1st thing I did after killing Eliot was fly back to the US.

I had too many questions, too many whys

I drive through the streets with a nostalgic feeling

Instead of waiting at the gate for guards to open I crash into the gate with my Ferrari.

The guards start shouting and assembling near the car after the crash and points  gun at me but step away the moment I out.

I remove my LV sunglasses and walk inside the mansion.

As I make my way toward his office, I could hear whispers

Probably about I'm alive

Guess what bitches, I'm back from He'll

I enter the office without knocking, grabbing William's attention

"What the hell," he states in shock

The look on his face as if he saw a ghost

His eyes almost fell out

Before he could say anything, I shoot the 2 guards between their eyes who were standing near the door.

No one disturbs daddy-daughter bonding

"H-how ?," he asks with his eyes plastered on me as if  I'm going to disappear into thin air

"Let's sit and talk," I motion toward the chair

He doesn't sit but I do while rolling my eyes at him

I might have a concussion after the crash

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