Dead at Last

Simon held his breath as he waited for the man to enter the door. He had the knife in his hand, his knuckles almost turned white as he held tighter into it like his life depended on it.

He’s not yet in the condition to fight, his wound was still painful and his body was still weak. He only got the element of surprise in his hand right now.

“C’mon,” he whispered.

His heart hammered in his chest when he heard slow and silent footsteps outside the door.

The doorknob turned and the door whined as it opened.

The person surely had bad intentions for sneaking like this. He was ready to pounce the intruder without hesitation when the man spoke.

“Salvatorre? Are you there? Why is the fucking lights off?”

Simon let out a breath when he recognized the person, it was Rayven.

He got out from where he was hiding and clicked the switch of the light.

“Holy fucking shit!” Rayven jumped from where he stood when he saw Simon holding a knife. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Simon ignored him. “G
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