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DEATH WISH

Dex

I will pound this motherfucker into the ground.

To treat such a lady this way.

To terrorize her.

I want to protect the shit out of her.

And the fact I can’t destroys me.

It kills me on the inside.

But at the same time, I know that’s how she must be feeling.

Confused. Tortured.

Like, she’s the one doing wrong. Or that she contributed to what happened somehow.

But it’s 100 percent this fucker. And I want to slash his heart into two hundred tiny little pieces. Because that’s what he’s doing to her.

And it’s all that he deserves.

“Are you muttering to yourself again?”

I’m snapped out of my reverie by my colleague, Jordan. We’re sitting next to each other in our surveillance van.

I laugh. Shit. I didn’t know I was uttering my thoughts out loud. “Did you catch any of it? ”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Just a couple of swear words. No specifics.”

“Haha, that’s good. I was just thinking about this human shithead.”

“Are you going to take matters into your own hands, or what?”

I sigh. “I don’t know, man. I just don’t know yet. I have some things to figure out.”

“Well, just be careful. It’s one thing when we’re working, but when it’s personal…”

“I know, I know. I could fuck up everything.”

And what I don’t say out loud is that I’m prepared to… to lose everything.

To burn the whole fucking world down if I have to.

Because Margaux is worth it.