Pure rage bubbled inside of me. I wanted to kill Takahashi so bad, my body was shaking with unmistakable fury.
I don't remember ever feeling this angry my entire life. No, allow me to rephrase that, I hardly get angry. I rarely do. I could count the number of times I was. But even those few instances, I don't remember being this furious.
My parents were good people, despite the Mafia, my father had raised me and my siblings in a kind of environment where we hardly harbor any hateful feelings towards anything or anyone.
That said, I was struggling to keep my emotions in check. I wasn't even scared despite the fact that Takahashi Ryuji was now pointing the gun at me and could easily pull the trigger, killing me just as he had done with my father.
I had wanted to hold my father's body and cry out the unquenchable sorrow that was crushing my heart but the smirk that was plastered across Takahashi's face held me back.
