My gun in my hand, my finger on the trigger, I waited.
Yesterday I was driven by revenge. Yesterday my life had been measured in a single act. Yesterday I didn't have the taste of her on my lips.
Today was different.
More than justice, I wanted the life I'd been robbed of, but twelve angry men with guns drawn were standing between me and my angel. I should've been dead already, except they made a crucial mistake. They underestimated my resolve.
