Revenge ii

If you asked me I would say he deserved it.

Angelo's body jerked as I shot him, I watched how his legs flew at his sides and how his eyes gave a very hilarious expression.

I watched it like a stripper would watch her client take off her clothes for her. His dark hair was somehow splattered with blood and his face was almost spotless.

I leave him there in my kitchen and I make my way outside holding his gun. The air was cold and winter was approaching. I could feel the cold air biting at the tip of my nose.

I walked past the security gate and I saw the black Mercedes. I see that the driver side is empty.

Knowing Max, he would be in that car.

“Angelo what took you so long, I was about to go in there then I heard the gunshots and I knew you had taken care of the matter." Max said.

I wondered if he was drunk, so drunk that he could not even tell between his nephew and his gun man.

He thought that it was Angelo.

“Uncle Max." I tell him. Resting my elbow on the car, he reached for the gu