Fragments Chapter 1 Page 15

combination of all that precision guided pain mixed with my blood boiling rage.

Each entry seems to drift back to her. Looks like it was part of him on a very deep level.

Looking at his hands he thinks to himself: The irony - Walking death, reminiscing over a broken heart. He reads on:

Unfortunately, I was too late. A drug overdose two days before I-

He skips forward a few pages, unwilling to relive the memory he knew was there waiting to ambush him.

But I’d traded efficiency for effectiveness when taking out a target. Whole mob families, buildings and public streets bore witness to my rage as I slaughtered in equal measure mob bosses, sex