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Sitting in the backseat with Zach as Jim drove us to the hotel, I drove my head on the headrest and closed my eyes. The event happened so quickly that Lukas will survive but will live like an impaired dog. I made sure he would suffer severe pain from his fractured bones and lifetime frustrations from his disabled member. Lance taught me to use pain and emotions to corner the enemy. The more pain they feel, the more aggressive they are toward revenge. Luring the enemy to our den, as Romano said, but in a twisted way Zach pulled me to him to rest my head on his shoulder. I look at him, and he is very calm; I don't see hate and resentment, just understanding, care, and love. He looks at me and kisses me tenderly. His hands gently touched my arm and my fist. "Open it, love," she said softly.