Run Devil, Run I always knew you were a bad boy. I used to think that it was cool.Sighing, I raised my arm, my finger on the trigger of my handgun, pointing it to my wife’s chest. “Sorry, honey.” I apologized with a shrug. “You’ve influenced Damien too much. He’s growing soft, and we can’t have that, can we?”She gazed at me with so much fear. Ah, but it didn’t mean anything to me, many had looked at me that way before. It was no different if my wife did too. She was silent, her mouth agape. My victim was probably too shocked to say anything.My gaze veered to my 13-year-old son, who had just appeared in the doorway.“Hey, Mum, can I—“ His voice stopped short as soon as he noticed what was going on.I grinned at him. “Oh, hello, son, I’m glad you’re here to see this. Watch closely and learn.”He gasped and began running forward. You took me down just like Rob Roy, but now I'm coming after you.