Chapter 39
- My throat went dry hearing him beg to end his life.
- Valjerome took the gun from the side of his pocket then placed it in my palm. "I made him cry," he said as tears were streaming down on his cheeks. "I made Erom cry. Kill me, Jazzie. Please, kill me."
- I gulped and stared at the gun. If I could measure all the pain and agony he gave me, it would be easy to do what he asked.