I want to look into his eyes as he takes his last breath and know that it's finally done and over with and I never have to be afraid for myself or my kids ever again. I honestly want to be the reason that he takes his last breath. I want to be the one to pull the trigger and if I have any say about it, I will. After I remove his hands, tongue, eyes, and d**k. He doesn't deserve to go to hell with any of those. After the horrors that he's done, he deserves to suffer for all of eternity.
While this jackass is still standing here mumbling to himself and trying to figure out how to get me out, I realized something about myself. I didn't think that I had an evil part of me. I didn't think that I could ever make it in our family business after I found out that we were mafia. But now, after eve
