Vee paced the bedroom, trying everything she could to get her mind off those horrifying images. She'd killed before. Twice to be exact… well three times now. But the other times had been in self-defence, mostly. Tony didn't count, she was ending her marriage, not conducting business. Every time she'd had to kill she'd used a gun. She hadn't tortured anyone… mostly. Hadn't taken pleasure in slicing off little pieces of them. Not the way Sotza had. He'd enjoyed every moment of his victim's pain.
She shuddered in disgust, reliving the bloody scene. She would never forget the image, it was burned into her memory. After she killed John, Sotza sent her back up to the house with one of his men, instructing him to lock Vee in the bedroom. She'd gone quietly. What else could she do? She wasn't th
