Bastard. Asshole. Demon child. Deadly. The one even Death fears. I’ve heard them all and wear them like a badge of f**king honor. It’s who I am. I couldn’t do what I do and live the life I lead if I allowed any of those names to affect me.
Yet, she called me the Devil incarnate and it shifted something inside me. Pair that with her implying I was narcissistic then telling the chief of staff I am a wild card with a heart as cold as the frozen tundra and I can’t seem to function.
Three. Three insults in one report cause me to question everything. It’s not her words that did me in exactly. No, it’s that damn number. That number haunts my waking dreams. It conjures things I don’t want to deal with; thoughts and a life I said I’d never return to, ever.
Three is the death of me.
She’s killed me and doesn’t even know it.
Peace of Italy
Sun shines down daily. The lands are full of life and beauty. Italy wakes with songs lifted on the winds as they dance with the flowers and trees. All seems perfect. Wonderful.
It isn’t. It hasn’t been. Not ever.
That piece of amazing was never in the cards for me. Hell, the deck was stacked against me from day one. All that changes from this moment on. What I’ve set in motion is unstoppable. Once the truth of it is revealed, it’ll be too late for any of them to do anything.
The strike is coming hard and fast. I plan to make it last.
I’m the one you want on your side; guns, knives, and all.
My dark world knows no light.
Pieces of Italy