Chapter 109

Farren's Point of View

No matter how much I scrubbed or how much soap I used, I could still feel the blood drip from my body. Could see the man bleeding to death in front of me. His mouth foamed red as he choked on it. Tried to get in another breath but was only met with gurgling.

Even the sound vibrated in my ears. Lingered too close for my liking. The hot water might have soothed my muscle if only I could relax. Unclench them. But they remained taut. Stressed. Gunpowder still hung in the air and I felt trapped in my surroundings.

Nothing would make me forget the events of the last few hours. Roberto's lifeless body on the cold ground somewhere. They wouldn't bury him. Wouldn't give him the decency. Because at the end of the day, he had betrayed his father for a girl he never knew. And he had paid the ultimate price because of it.

Switching off the taps, I exhaled. Steam curled around me. Became a blanket of white for my mind to imbed images on. Running. Jumping. Screaming. It all f