Standing over the deck of the yacht I looked at the bloodied man on the ground. He was one hell of a stubborn man; even while dying, his eyes carried the lust for me as if he were waiting to devour me.

While holding the gun in my hand, I rubbed the trigger, feeling the hardness of metal, to ignore the softness of my heart.

"When we met for the first time, I told you that you would regret meeting me." I smiled as I pushed the nozzle of my gun inside his mouth.

"And I told you I never make any decision that I will ever regret. You, my darling, were the most beautiful reward that I ever got." Micah smiled while grinning at me.

At this moment at this junction, I looked at his disgustingly handsome face as I glared at him, "Did you also smile like this when you killed my mother by burning her corpse to the ground?"

Inhaling deeply, he grinned, "Ahh, that was a beautiful fragrance of burning delicious meat that I savored that day, reminding me of my steak well cooked."

My hands clenched tightly, letting my nails dig into them, breaking the skin. Throwing my gun at my trusted aide, Adam, I lifted the carton of kerosene that I prepared just for today. Dunking all the liquid over his head, I lifted another can and started covering the entire yacht.

All my father's men stood at the side as I emptied one can after another. After a while, my father's men slowly started moving to the adjoining boat. As I was the last person to leave, instead of just entering the boat as usual, I stood at the edge as I tore open my skirt, letting the breeze ruffle the edges around my thighs.

I grinned at Micah as I threw the burning lighter on him, followed by a blast that lit up the entire yacht.

I laughed as I jumped over the railing, letting myself savor his burning body as this was the last view in my eyes as cold water hit my face.

My father, as he stood on his yacht, clapped his hands as his delighted laughter rang behind me. "Goodbye Micah, and thank you for the little gift you gave me; that is still growing in my belly with my Italian and your Russian blood running through his or her veins. I am sure there is another legend waiting to happen, followed by yet another crazy drama.".