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My eyes narrow through the sniper, directing it through the window of a house.

Her and her family are sat around the table, all laughing together - completely forgetting the fact that they play such a massive part in many people's trauma. Their mama brought them into the world as such innocent beings, yet now they're anything but that.

Their mother is the worst of them all. Sex trafficking children, drugging them and then raping them. I wouldn't even be surprised if she taught her offsprings how to commit her sins.

From only five minutes of research, I managed to find fifty-two rapes and murders connected to Greta. Yet, everyone in America decided to turn a blind eye and allow such a monster to roam freely.

"Tienes cinco balas cargadas en esa pistola. Una por cada miembro, no la cagues." Andrés mutters through my earpiece. He knew better than to ask questions on why I've decided to do such a thing, which was good on his part. I would've certainly never told him anyway. (Translation - Spanish. "You have five loaded bullets in that gun. One for each member, don't screw it up.")

"Sí, ya sé." I whisper back, perfecting my aim as I move the sniper a few centimetres to the left. If I don't move, this bullet will go right throw Greta's head. Possibly leaving her brain splattered in her kitchen. (Translation - Spanish. "Yes, I know.")

My index finger pulls the trigger, and thankfully I don't move. And my theories are proven correct as the monster's body lands onto the floor frantically. I'm quick to aim my next shot at her oldest son, then to her daughter, her husband and her youngest son.

One thing I'm ensuring, is that none of the Vinogradov family are left unscathed.

I put my sniper to rest, my body shaking from the rush of adrenaline I receive after all of my successful shots, not one of them going to waste.

"If you want to have a conversation with the police on why you're in the middle of a forest with multiple weapons, please go ahead and keep sitting there." Sarcasm flows from my earpiece and I want to shove my brother's microphone down his throat until he chokes.

The moonlight shines onto the wet leaves as I manoeuvre my way out of the woods, the trees slowly but surely blocking out the natural satellite. If I had it my way, I would've tortured every single member of that family until they'd be begging for me to put an end to their lives. And even then, I'd let them rot out before showing such mercy.

As I make my way closer to the black Mercedes, I spot my brother resting against the hood, a cigarette in hand. Andrés looks calm, like he always does. Despite him having such a soft heart, he always manages to disguise himself with an emotionless expression.

I open the backseat car door, throwing my guns in, then closing the door. Andrés hand me a fresh cigarette, and I gratefully take it, lighting it with a random lighter I find in one of my pockets. The two cherry red flames being the only light, besides the moon, we both can see.

"What did they do?" My brother mutters, taking a side glance to me as I inhale the chemicals into my lungs, a sense of calmness cascading upon me.

"They're bad people"

"Aren't we all?"

"They're worse than you and I, Andrés. Possibly even worse than papá." I shake my head slightly, flicking the ash off of the end of my cigarette as I practically hear my brother's mind at work.

He stifles a laugh as he throws the end of his stick down onto the floor, stamping on it to put a stop to the flame. "I wonder if that's even possible." I let out a hum in response, my thoughts sending a small wave of anger through me as I envision all of what my father had done during his reign of the family.