Up in flames.

Jimmy’s shoulders were speckled gray with flecks of ashes. The monochrome confetti which rained upon him was composed of memories; photo albums, marriage certificates, souvenirs of the life he had to leave.

Behind him, his dead wife with her unborn son cradled in embers. Their Chocolate Lab, not only melted but burnt to a crisp.

Before him, a path forged by violence, vengeance, and retribution.

Yes. The Bastards had found him.

But it wasn’t over.

This was just the beginning.