JR sat in silence in the waiting room. The alcohol had long ago left his system and all that was left was a dull ache in his head and a vision of horror that refused to leave him.
It had seemed so simple, his oh so brilliant plan. Get rid of Marissa; she was the reason everything was a mess, she had stolen his son, she had ruined his life. All the time he had spent pursuing her when he should have concentrated on his business, all the time he spent cursing her he should have been watching his back. With Marissa dead there would be no obstacle between him and AJ. When he had his son back he would get his life back as well.
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When that woman had stepped into the room firing her gun JR had almost thought it was a dream. That the crazy woman was an angel sent to rid him of all the people who had ever done him wrong. That he had no need to get blood on his hands, she was his vengeance personified.
Only vengeance was not a pretty sight. The screams and the pleas and the sobs and the deafening noise of every shot rang in JR's drunken ears. It was not as he had hoped, not as he had imagined, it was terrible and sickening and he just wanted it to stop.
He stepped from his hiding place and raised his gun shooting bullet after bullet into his angel of destruction and as she fell he saw Marissa's face in his gun sights. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open, looking impossibly beautiful amongst the carnage around her and, oh, how he hated her. How he hated her for being happy without him, how he hated her for stealing his son's love, how he hated that he couldn't have her.
Hate was what tightened his finger on the trigger…
And for a split second before the bullet hit, JR saw the realisation in her eyes that she was going to die and now in this waiting room surrounded by people congratulating him and praising him, the horror in Marissa's eyes was all he could see.
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