”Remember this girl named Miranda?”

Shit, he found out somehow. My heart starts to beat faster as I nod mildly at him.

”Very well. Then you might be interested to know that she is dead.”

I close my eyes and sigh quietly.

”I did the fucking dirty job for you and for your little worthless friends. How about a ’thank you, Dom’ or maybe a tiny kiss on my shoes?”

”Fuck you” I tell him with disgust, almost spitting my words at him.

Dominic looks at me for a few seconds before he turns to his guard and starts to chuckle. ”You heard that? She doesn’t want to thank me, man”

The guard smirks.

Dominic turns his attention back to me. ”I’ve prepared something for you. I thought it would be gracious of me to let you enjoy the last hour of your life with a good show”

Dominic then nods at the guard, smiling darkly. The guard places the sticky tape back on my mouth.

I don’t know what is it he has prepared, but I feel myself getting very anxious and shaky. I try to shift in my chair, uncomfortable with the hardwood chair, with the position I’m in, with the whole situation. I’m panicking, I know I am. I stop moving and try to breath through my nose in order to gain some more air in my lungs and to calm down.

The door opens abruptly. The light is brighter then it was when Dominic was coming in. It is so bright I can barely make out the two people, who just walked inside the room.

The door closes.

My eyes are still in haze from the beam of light, but I can already see that it is some man and a woman. The man is Mr. Simmons, that dickhead, who got involved with Miranda and who came whining to Dominic after I polished his face. Then I focus on the woman’s appearance.

She is completely naked and seemingly very much pumped up with drugs. Her head is down with messy hair draped all over her face. Her hair is – I swallow the suddenly formed lump in my throat – is blonde… I feel sharp pain in my chest – the hair is blonde… And…