A slip of a woman holds me in her hands. Every dream I had of revenge, the very juice that powered my engine from age fifteen to now, is swirling down the drain at our feet. I can deny her nothing. The only thing I fear is her flight. That she will wake up from her emotional fog and realize that I am a manipulative son of a bitch who is more trouble than he’s worth. That I’ve bought my way into her heart and life. That I’ll lie, steal, cheat, and kill anything that would take her from me. If the very heart of you is threatened the only rational response is to strike back harder until your enemies quake at the very whisper of your name.