THE MURDERESS OF DRURY LANE

Don Julio Borgetto sat at his table sipping his choice wine, a gift from his son. Callum was always seeking to impress. His gift wasn't a gesture of kindness, no it was a warning.

Julio felt no regret about any of the nasty deeds he'd committed. A man doesn't get to be in his position without a few skeletons in his closet.

" You really have no shame, do you?" His daughter's disdainful voice came from the secret passage way behind him.

"You've come to warm my bed, as usual?"
He took a swig of wine.

"You make me sick" she hissed.

"Yet, it didn't stop you before."

"I was sixteen, you freak! You did this to me. You introduced me to this thing that's I've become!"

"Keep your voice down"

"Oh, I thought you liked me better when I'm loud" she said sarcastically. "Why do you have to destroy everything around you? Even Mary! You classless bastard "

"I'd advice you to watch your tongue, else I'd forget you're my daughter and do the needful"

"No, I'd be the one holding the rope when you choke to death. Afterall, it is your fantasy"

She lurched at him, using her silky tie, the one he bought her for the sixteenth birthday, she wrapped it around his neck, taking him by surprise and twisted hard.

From behind him, she lowered her lips to his temple for a departing kiss. Then she whispered in his ear, "Die Daddy..."

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