I stood outside the house, the same one I'd been tracking for months. My blood boiled at the thought of that old bastard hiding behind his family, thinking I'd forgotten what he did. Tonight, I remind him. As I kicked the door down, the screams started instantly. I moved through the rooms like a shadow, gun in hand, and it didn't take long to find the father. Pathetic, really. He tried to protect them, but it was over in seconds. One shot. Then another. The rest of them fell just as easily. The smell of gunpowder mixed with the fear hanging thick in the air. But something caught my attention a movement. Someone was still here. I knew it had to be her. His granddaughter. The last piece of this family. I could feel her terror from across the room. But I'd leave her for now. Let her know what it feels like to lose everything. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

I take her to my mansion, I tell myself this is another form of revenge, I'll make her a maid, or whatever to make her life miserable, but deep down I know why I don't kill her, it's because I can't point a gun at her, I don't know why. Her eyes to mesmerizing, it's like she bewitched me, put spell on me just with her eyes. It is crazy.