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Lost in thought, I drove along the streets of Alicante, not paying attention to the people out there or anything else.

My head was in absolute chaos, even if I hadn't let it show in front of her. I didn't want any of this anymore. Didn't want to be a pawn in my past, nor a part of my family's future. Isalie finally made me feel who I really was. She made me see the real me and there was nothing more of a cold blooded killer living lonely and abandoned in a darkness occupied mansion.

I wasn't and yet that's exactly what my father had drummed into me all my life. He took advantage of me. As a kid I depended on him and now as an adult he used every ace up his sleeve to keep me in this game. But his stake was too high and my butterfly was able to have the better cards in her hand.

Through her I finally knew that I didn't want this life anymore and this assignment tonight would be my goodbye.

After that, all I would do was work out a plan to somehow free Mira from his clutches and get away with the two women, who were the only ones I cared about.

Out of the darkness that should no longer mean my life.

After parking on the side of the road, I dug out the note and made sure several times that I was standing on the right property and yes, I was in the place where someone would die today - by my hands, but it was my father's will .

I got out, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and leaned against my Porsche. I felt that something was in me that had changed, because where I used to walk into such a situation blindly and without any regrets, something stopped me now - my conscience.

But I also knew that it was my last duty. One last load that would fall on my shoulders and I would bear it, like everything else, because I had found someone to look forward to now.

A last puff on the cigarette and I ran towards the really small-looking property. It matched a puny gun dealer. There was no gate, no guard dogs or anything like that. Just a small house in a meadow bordering the sidewalk.

The sun was slowly setting and when I got to the front door, I reached back to my waistband and took out my pistol, on which I calmly mounted the silencer. Isalie wasn't supposed to see any guns, so I grabbed that very pistol that had been sitting in my glove compartment for weeks. It wasn't my favorite weapon, but it served its purpose, as did all the others.

I took another deep breath and let go of everything else. My head turned off, as it always does in such situations, and without further thought, I kicked in the dark wooden door with full force, the gun held right in front of me.

Immediately the adrenaline shot through my veins and with full concentration I ran into the narrow hallway to look around with bated breath.

This house seemed deserted, but I suddenly heard noises from the room down the hall and tensed all my muscles.

Step by step I walked very slowly across the light wooden floor and looked neither to the right nor to the left. Full of tension, I only had the white door in my sights and all of a sudden, without my knowing it, a loud shot was fired through it.

I quickly stepped to the side to half-hide behind the small dresser and checked my heart racing to see if I had been hit, but I was fine.

"Open the fucking door!" I yelled and he shot again, but missed again.

Now I've had enough!

I came out from behind the dresser, aimed one hand at the door and ran towards it. I didn't care about his shots, I ignored them because he didn't hit anyway, but as I fired several silenced shots I heard him yelp after the second one and smiled really inappropriately.

It was my father's smile that he had forced on me for years. He had poisoned my mind and the twitch in the corners of my mouth was only due to years of him telling me that demonstrating power to other people was a good thing.

When I got to the door, I paused and thought about power. For me, this had nothing to do with it. Any human being was capable of killing someone else with a gun. It wasn't power, it was just unscrupulous.

"Jaime?" I called through the door, but there was no answer.

"I'll open the door now and if you think you have to do something stupid, then your death will be a very painful one!" I warned him and put my hand on the cold handle of the door.

I pulled it up very slowly and at first only saw total darkness. With my gun pointed forward, I searched the wall next to me with my free hand for a light switch and found it fairly quickly.

I wish I had never found him!

The dim light gave me a glimpse of the entire room, but it wasn't Jaime, lying on the floor, wide-eyed and with a hole in his chest, that shook me, it was the toddler standing behind his dead body in a cot and looked at me with wet eyes.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight and I was completely unable to move, let alone think straight.

I just looked this girl in the eye, heard her sobbing softly and forced myself to look away from her.

My senses went numb, my hands started shaking and I wide-eyed to focus on Jaime, who still had his gun in hand.

He must have only shot to protect his daughter. That's probably why he was dealing in guns and well, now his daughter was without a father... Because of me...

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath and took a few unsteady steps backwards, so that I quickly felt the wall in my back as well as the tears in my eyes that almost brought me to my knees.

But I forced myself with all my might not to look at this helpless girl again. With all my strength I closed my eyes and stormed out of this room and through the narrow hallway without even turning around.

It wasn't until I got back to the front door in the fresh air that my lungs refilled with oxygen and I didn't hesitate for a second to call the police and an ambulance.

I had never done anything like that, but this girl should be found quickly. Every additional second with her dead father would destroy her just as it was destroying me right now.

I tearfully gave the police an anonymous tip, shivering as I got into my Porsche and drove away from this horrible place at breakneck speed.

I was a monster... Maybe I was just my father's son and my butterfly, just a beautiful illusion meant to painfully show me what I would never have...

A quiet life...