The bomb was designed to obliterate.
It’s the kind where there will be no survivors.Just like what they did to Pa.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a fucking tooth.
Blood for blood.
In two minute's time when the yacht gets further out that’s when it will happen.
As I wait, I go over everything in my mind.Our lives turned upside down over three years ago, but this was brewing for over two decades.Peter was right when he said our problems began when my father lost everything.
I say a silent prayer that we'll fix it and as I whisper amen, the yacht blows up.
It’s over.
They’re all dead.
I accept it as payback with no regrets on what I could and couldn’t do.