Chapter 15

As I stood there, staring at the body of the man I had just killed, I could feel my breathing become shallow and ragged. The gun fell from my hand, and before I could even process what was happening, Mario's men had picked it up and were dragging me towards the van.

As we drove away, tears streamed down my face as the reality of what I had just done hit me like a ton of bricks. I had killed someone.

I muttered under my breath, trying to hold back the sobs that were threatening to break free.

It couldn't be true - this couldn't be happening. But no matter how much I tried to deny it, the cold hard truth was right in front of me.

My whole body felt cold and numb, and as I stared out the window, I couldn't help but feel like I had lost a part of myself. I had become a killer, just like the people who had taken my son from me.

And as the tears continued to fall and my body shook with grief and regret, I knew that I was in too deep. There was no turning back now.