Chapter Eighteen

(Confusion)

Giovanni Martino

I have to eliminate her but my gut is saying I should not. I did not want a weakness at all. But I did not want to take her life either. I could not come to a conclusion on it. I heard from Madame Rosita that she had not regained consciousness yet, this would be the perfect time to eliminate her and make it look like she died from shock.

Even if I did not want to kill her I have to. I don't need a liability.

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I stepped into her room quietly. She looked a little pale. The stubborn head couldn't handle the shock yet she acts so tough. I chuckled remembering when I touched her and she tried all her might to resist me. 

Fiery and stubborn.

Maybe that was the reason why I took an interest in her. But now she has to go.

I raised the syringe filled with overdose of fentanyl.

She looked like a angel asleep. Peaceful.