“You better start fuckin' talking, Tuck. You better tell me that muthafucka is lying just to save his own ass!” she screamed. Candice was still holding out hope that this conspiracy theory was just a flukeâthat Tuck hadn't sold her out to Stokes to save his own ass.
Tuck didn't say a word. Candice swallowed hard. His silence was louder than any verbal confirmation of the truth.
“You fuckin' traitor bitch!” she screeched. Hot tears were running down her cheeks. “I can't believe I let myself fall for your lies! I should've known a bastard that would go undercover for a year and not care to check on his family was a piece of shit!” Candice screamed. Her gun hand was shaking now, wavering dangerously between Stokes and Tucker. She didn't know which one she wanted to take out first.
“Agent Tucker agreed to lure you here. He knew he could get you here with a story about saving his family. He really did have to save his family from us. You're a Hardaway through and through,” Stokes said cruelly. “I guess he sacrificed more than some fling with a revenge-filled little girl,” Stokes cackled.
“Shut the fuck up!” Candice screamed, and with one motion she turned and shot Stokes in the head. Blood splattered everywhere. Her gun was back on Tuck within two seconds.
“That's what I came here for. Nothing else matters now,” Candice cried, leveling her gun at Tuck's head. He lifted his gun and leveled it at her head in return.
“You know your father was down with the motherfucker who killed my father in the line of fucking duty,” Tuck gritted out. “I found that out by reading over your father's fucking books. You're not the only one who craves justice.” Tuck's weak eye closed instinctively.
Shoot until the threat is eliminated. Eliminated. Eliminated.
Tuck chanted this mantra in his head.
Candice moved the pad of her finger.
Trigger. Trigger. Trigger.
She was chanting her coda inside her head.
Bang! Bang!
Candice and Tucker lay in a pool of shared blood, like a modern-day version of
Romeo and Juliet,
waiting for their last breaths to leave their bodies. Revenge had not been nearly as sweet and satisfying as they had imagined it to be.
The darkness that engulfed them was cold and unwelcoming. The aftertaste of regret in one's mouth was always bitter.
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