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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"It's always good to see you, Moon."</span></i></span><br/>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">If Judas was being completely honest with himself, regret had plagued him for the last 10 years, chewing away at the toughened parts of his mind to poison the very essence of what made him who he was. Judas told himself that leaving, had always been the best decision. Marriage wasn’t for him, having a family just wasn’t in his future. Judas sank back into the soft leather of his luxury vehicle, his thumb brushing idly over the circular black, blue and white logo of the BMW. He pulled down the visor and flipped open the mirror. Emotionless steel gray eyes stared back. After 10 years and at 37 years old they were now beginning to slightly crease at the corners. Despite that, time hadn’t done much to weather his appearance. His hair was still dark, more unruly than it had been. Judas searched his own face and for a moment, he felt out of control. For the briefest of seconds, he could feel a scream trying to blossom in his throat. A sudden lump, it made his breath catch and Judas slammed the visor shut.</span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Gray eyes were squinted shut and they didn’t reopen until after two calming breaths. Judas glanced around. The coupe was out of place in this suburban neighborhood, parked along the side of the street like a black stain. Even his 2018 model was probably more expensive than one of these single-family homes. And that was saying a lot, living here in NYC. Even after all this time, Dominic Black still hadn’t moved out of the unremarkable three-story house that he had first met him in. He glanced over at the house he was parked in front of, it was directly across the street from the Black Residence—still vacant. Barely maintained.</span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Dominic wasn’t the only one who couldn’t let go.</span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">He could remember their first conversation, vividly. That filthy fucking werewolf had been the first (and the last) to ever slam a door in his face. Oddly enough, the thought encouraged a smile to twitch at his lips. Stormy eyes peered through the tinted windows at the light blue house two doors down. There were children’s toys scattered on the lawn from the new family that had moved in some time ago. They had probably gotten a deal on the residence, given how the previous owners had died. Judas remembered when he found the kids—Danny, standing over his dead father’s body with hatred in his eyes and the fatty innocence of youth hanging off his cheeks. Thomas was so young, protected and hidden away from every little ugly thing in this world, even his own brother. For a moment, Judas allowed himself to imagine what things could’ve been. After all, he and Daniel were always so similar. The boy could’ve been something marvelous with the proper direction. He could’ve—</span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Judas slammed his fist down against the car door, the sharp jolt of pain interrupting his crumbling thought process.</span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">That’s why he was here. For Dominic. To be rid of these thoughts, these… emotional interruptions that kept him awake at night and disturbed his peace. The kids were all grown up now, Thomas had just begun his freshman year of college and Daniel was on his way out. So, Dominic would be alone. He couldn’t keep living like this, always on the verge of losing control. The other man was a liability. An emotional weakness and Judas only knew how to deal with weaknesses, one way.</span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">With one nimble finger, Judas unfastened the button of his suit jacket—Armani, like usual, and opened his glove box to pull out a compact M&amp;P22 handgun. Robotically he grabbed the suppressor and twisted it on, and the thin line of his lips slowly began to twist downwards into a frown. Judas checked the clip, removed the safety and stepped out of his car.</span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">He was being irrational and thoughtless, but even if Judas couldn’t admit it to himself, his actions stunk of desperation. He wanted relief and would do anything to obtain it. He didn’t bother to conceal his steps, to silently advance and descend upon his target as he had done so many times in the past, instead Judas lifted up the flowerpot on the front step and removed the spare house key. The fact that it was still there, made his heart lurch. The flower inside was as dead as it was 10 years ago.</span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Nothing had changed, and that was the problem.</span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"></span>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Judas wasn’t sure what he expected to find inside, but per usual, Dominic still had managed to surprise him.</span>​</div><br/>
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