Blame it on the shame Part 2

And right now...this broken girl wants Bruno DeLuca dead so bad I literally can't think of a single thing I could ever want more.

My pulse races as I wait for the moment Ricardo will finally shoot him and end everyone's pain.

But that moment doesn't come...because Ricardo leans down and his lips brush over my cheek. I don't understand what's happening, or why he's doing this.

That is, until he whispers, "Ti amo. Sii libero," in my ear and the organ in my chest bursts like a supernova...because now I understand.

He's giving that little girl her wish. The same wish she made over and over again...only for it to never once come true. Until now.

He's setting me free.

I reach behind me, pull my gun out of my waistband...and aim it directly for DeLuca's head.

I don't hesitate.

I stare into those dark, demonic eyes for the very last time. "Brucia all'inferno. Burn in hell, Bruno," I say as I pull the trigger, four times.

One bullet for me.

One bullet for Ricardo.

One bullet for my baby.

And the last one for the little girl he broke.

Because she's dying with him today.

Blood splashes me and his brains splatter all over the warehouse before he falls to the floor.

It's one of the most glorious sights I've ever witnessed, but I can't enjoy it for long because I hear sirens in the distance.

I look at Ricardo one last time and he gestures to the back door. It's bittersweet because as much as a part of my heart wants to stay...a bigger part wants to leave.

I nod with tears in my eyes and I wish I could thank him, but I have to go.

I run as quick as my legs can carry me. The sirens are becoming louder, and I can see the red and blue lights from the police cars approaching in the distance. No doubt because of Ford.

I reach my car and open the trunk. Then I root around for a change of clothes because the ones I'm wearing now are covered in blood, guts, and gunpowder.

I quickly strip and throw my old clothes along with my cell phone into the water...not even caring that it's beeping and alerting me that I have a new voicemail.

There's nothing the old me needs to hear...because this is where my new life begins.

I dig in my pocket for the key to the airport locker before I get in my car and hit the gas.

Then I fill my lungs and take the deepest breath I have ever taken in my life.

Freedom.