It was July 27th. Remember this date, eh? That is where Namira lost her life. Her fault for rejecting me. I don't like being rejected! So I thought ... how about I end her life. It must be nice to see the person who made your pride drop, die at your hands, right?
"Namira," I called her.
The woman didn't budge. I tried calling her again, she didn't respond. Damn woman! Her arrogance even outperformed the Burj Khalifa.
Just like her husband, I will slaughter her with the Lupara Bianca method. Typical methods of the Sicilian mafia.
"How did you get in?" she asked coldly."
I can do anything."
"Including killing my husband?!" She started to get hysterical.
I lifted the corners of my lips, forming a smirk. This woman is really brave. Yelled at me at night and it was just the two of us in the hospital ward. Isn't she afraid of me?!
"He broke the rules, Namira. So, I think it's natural that he died." I walked to her bed.
