Chapter 129. Every Single Last One

LIAM’S POV

I wake up sweating profusely. I haven’t had much sleep since Dante, and I paid a little visit to the director. I thought I could deal with it. I thought I could deal with killing those people, but I can’t. I thought I could be as strong as Dante is, but right now, after realizing just how many people Dante has killed, I can’t help but think about how he sleeps at night with all the souls he has drained of life.

I know we went for the director. I know he was an awful person, and I know he deserves what was coming at him. I know he deserved to die. But those other men we killed, they had nothing to do with erotica. They were just guarding their boss, and we killed them, and Dante acted like nothing had happened.

I can’t even blame him because he is used to this life. I am not him, and he is not me. I can’t expect him to react the same way I am when this is the first time I am doing something for the first time, and now I feel like a fucking criminal