Don stood there, toe to toe with the
man who cost him everything. Justin had killed off Don's friends, his
family, burnt down his old family house where they held family
reunions. It was all gone. Justin wanted to leave Don alone, lonely,
desolate, broken, begging to have the misery end.
Funny thing about a knife. You don't
generally hear it. There's no cocking sound, no shing. It's just
there, poking holes in your guts. Then you're spilling out in the
dust. He didn't flinch, he didn't blink, nothing. He just moved like
a viper. Justin never knew what happened.
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