Chapter 58

• “Jesus Christ,” Adrian swore as I slowly slit the man’s throat, his blood coating my hands. I watched with a sick, twisted grin on my face as his eyes slowly rolled back in his head and the life left his eyes. “I forgot how fucked up you are in the head.”
• I laughed and walked over to the sink to wash my hands and clean and disinfect my knife. “How the fuck do you think I’ve survived the last ten damn years in prison?” I asked him. “It wasn’t because I was a nice guy.”
• Adrian scoffed. “I fucking know that, dickwad.” I quietly laughed. “Besides, what the hell have you been doing for the past ten years?”