I was the last one to go, but I stopped to turn back to Damien, to see him still on his knees on the sidewalk. It took all my strength not to do what James had been about to do, not to execute this motherfucker who had been a pain in my ass for nearly a year now.
Damien held my gaze, breathing hard like he was afraid I might change my mind.
But I finally shoved my gun into the back of my jeans and got in the truck.
And drove away.