Chapter 152

• My finger was on the trigger. Just a little pressure and that bullet would shred Oliver’s brain stem and shut this filthy piece of shit up for good.
• “Shoot! Do it!” Oliver didn’t flinch. He even leaned into the muzzle. Blood and broken teeth smeared his lips. He grinned ear to ear like a demon crawling out of hell. “Kill me! Trade my life for her and the baby both dead—so worth it! Hahaha!”
• The urge to burn everything down was about to blow the last lock on my sanity.