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in the process. However, Wrath always seemed to find me wherever I was, so I figured heโ€™d be popping in some time soon.

I exited the busy part of the city and drove around with a renewed hope in my heart. In my excitement, I never realized that I had driven right by my building. My hope turned to apprehension as I locked eyes with Enzo Amara, who sat in his car undoubtedly waiting for me to show up. We both seemingly stared at each other in disbelief for a split second. As I stepped on the gas, he quickly shot up behind me. My old beat-up car didnโ€™t stand a chance against Enzoโ€™s reinforced sports car. All the top Amaras had their cars armored up to protect against any assassination attempts. Within seconds, Enzo had pulled up on the passenger side and started to nudge me over so Iโ€™d crash into the power pole ahead. I decided to take my chances at bailing out and making a run for it instead of having a head-on collision. If I crashed, that was the opening he needed to put a bullet in my head. I gave Enzoโ€™s car a hard bump to try and throw him off as I slammed on the brakes. My car came to a stop faster than I expected, and I was out the door and running for my life before Enzo was able to back up. I felt along my waist and then kicked myself for leaving my gun in the car. but if I could get back to my office, I could get another weapon to defend myself. I didnโ€™t think Enzo was bold enough to shoot me out in the open, but I wasnโ€™t going to wait around and find out. I checked over my shoulder and caught a quick glimpse of him as he tore out of his car door after me on foot.

I sprinted past the random shops as fast as I could and to my building. I burst through the front door to the small run-down lobby. I didnโ€™t bother to check and see if someone waited there to ambush me. I figured if there were, Iโ€™d catch them by surprise at the very least. I was slightly relieved when I didnโ€™t hear gun shots or someone from behind me yelling at me to stop. I hit the stairs and took two at a time until I got to my floor. In spite of my oxygen-deprived lungs and screaming leg muscles, the surge of fear allowed me to increase my pace when I got to my floor. I pulled my keys from my pocket and had the right one in hand so I could quickly unlock the door. I felt a brief sense of relief as I entered the office part of my home, but then I saw there was a man sitting at my desk with slicked back white hair in a high-end gray suit. Even though I had never officially met the man, I knew exactly who he was before he opened his mouth and said a word.

โ€œMr. Farmer, itโ€™s about time you showed up. I have been waiting to speak with you for a while now. Please do come in and take a seat but keep your hands where I can see them if you would be so kind.โ€

I saw red at the sight of the man who had cost me just about everything that was good and decent in my life. Skeeter Amara sat at my desk with a satisfied smile on his face, and I wanted to kill him. As I readied myself to fly across the table and strangle the much older man with my bare hands, my eyes suddenly fell on the polished chrome nineteen-eleven handgun he had pointed at me. He would unload the magazine in my chest before I got halfway across the room. I still wanted to kill him, but I kept my rage in check as I tried to devise a way to get that gun away from him without being shot, and before Enzo made his way up the stairs.

โ€œWhatโ€™s the matter? I told you to come over here and sit down. You wouldnโ€™t want me to get nervous, and accidently pull this trigger, now would you?โ€

John, a.k.a. Skeeter Amara cocked back the hammer on the gun. I put my hands out in front of me, and slowly walked to the chair and sat across from him.

โ€œThank you, Mr. Farmer. Isnโ€™t that better? Thereโ€™s no reason why we canโ€™t sit and talk like two rational adults.โ€ Skeeter kept his gun pointed at me.

โ€œI guess not,โ€ I replied as I tried to mask my disgust for the man. โ€œWhat are you doing here, Skeeter?โ€

โ€œYou know, I donโ€™t believe we have ever met face-to-face.โ€

โ€œWe havenโ€™t,โ€ I said as Skeeter just smiled. He knew he had all the power in that situation.

โ€œApparently, you have been very interested in me, my affairs, and my associates. I read all about it in the vast files you have on me in your desk, and I see you also have numerous files on my supposed dealings. I must say you seem like a man who has a real problem, and I think I know what it is.โ€

โ€œDo you?โ€

โ€œYeah, youโ€™re fixated on me.โ€

โ€œIf thatโ€™s what you want to call it,โ€ I shot back.

โ€œYou know, I have seen a lot of guys like you in my line of work, and youโ€™re all the same. Looking to blame others for your problems instead of accepting the fact that your life is in the shape it is because youโ€™re the one who screwed it up.โ€

โ€œI agree with you that the current state of my life is my fault, and mine alone.โ€

โ€œGood. Sounds like youโ€™re finally becoming a man. Well, I too am a man with a problem, but unlike you Iโ€™m not going to go around punishing other people who are not responsible for it. You want to know what my

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