Bound: Minutemen Mc
“Dirk watched in satisfaction as they fell under the thunder of his rifle. He had been a sniper in Afghanistan, amongst other things. He had hated it with a vengeance, but now he was loving it. He was loving watching what he was doing to those beasts who insisted on calling themselves men.
They were close enough now that he could see their faces. Herman Ruiz was in the front, and his puffy, ugly features were distorted in a mask of rage and disbelief. Dirk avoided him on purpose. He didn’t want to kill Ruiz like this. He wanted to do it up close and personal. He wanted to slit the man’s throat, like the bastard had slit Eleanor’s.
His hands shook briefly as he thought of her, and he pushed her memory out of his mind with a silent apology. He needed to remain focused.
No distractions.
He smirked. What a joke that rule had turned out to be.
He squeezed the trigger once again, gently.
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