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02|𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕪

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✫𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒆𝒉 𝒁𝒊𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒐✫

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑢𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙.

"𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑒ℎ?" 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡.

𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒.

'𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠'. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑛. 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒. 𝐸𝑎𝑠𝑦.

𝐼'𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.

"𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡."

I woke up sweating and slightly out of breathe, I tried to be calm but couldn't. After so long, after everything, I thought I was finally forgetting everything but I wasn't.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

I look up and catch sight of the clock not to far up the door.

4:32AM

I'm definately not going back to sleep so I pull my phone out from a small compartment in my bed hoping to get drowned in the mindlessness of social media...ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔.

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A few minutes after getting bored of scrolling mindlessly through social media, I decided to actually do something productive.

Arranging a few documents, sending out a few emails to partners who hate me and thinking of ways to bring down the Gaetano's if they decided to do something foolish like actually starting a war even though a week has passed since I killed Jazzlyn Gaetano.

I could just kill Gaetano and the rest of his family but it would be difficult to bury the death of someone in a political circle, killing his wife could easily be buried but killing him could cause problems if smart people decide to dig deeper into his death.