It didn't feel like him back there.
Like something else had taken control of his body, guiding his hands, pulling the trigger.
And then, the scene flashed in his mind again.
The police chief's eyes as he had pushed them in, his fingers sinking deep into his eyes.The sensation of it, the warmth.
The gunshot.
Chief's skull splitting open, pieces of his brain splattered across the walls, the floor, on James himself.
The woman.
She had nothing to do with his revenge. Nothing.
And yet, he had killed her too.
But the worst part that made his stomach hurt even more, that made his breath hitch was that in that moment…
He had felt nothing…no that wasn't even true.
He had felt something.
Relief.
And beneath that,buried deep but undeniable, was something even worse.
Happiness.
The trigger had been light. The kickback had been firm.
And the moment the bullets tore through them, the way their bodies jerked, the silence that followed, it had been satisfying.
