THIRTY NINE

Muffles of cries and tears filled the room as I pointed my gun at the head of this old hag bitch.

Kendall is handling Paola's boy toys as they huddle in the corner. She held her handmade gun that could cause the inside to explode. I've seen her do it once with one of the guards. I've cut a lot of people, but nothing compares to what Kendall did. She was going crazy like Rambo.

I explained why I decided to join her and hunt down Paola. I told her Seth's story because she's been through it with Gunnar. I watch how her behavior goes wild. We flew here by jet, and Kendall was the pilot. She fully thrust and had us arrive at Vegas airport within minutes. Then she drove by car like a NASCAR driver. My organs felt bouncy inside, and I've been through dangerous stunts. I jumped out of a plane, swam with sharks, and skied down a mountain from an avalanche. But when Kendall drives, I have to pray to God that I get to where I go. I'm not saying she's the wrong driver; it's just that she gets too