Cold-blooded Murderer

“You idiot!” Lara shouted, punching him so hard that he fell backward onto the floor.

She moved forward, but Jacob rushed forward and pushed her back and stepped between them.

“Do you have any idea what you have done?” Lara screamed at Jethro over Jacob's shoulder. “You should’ve let me kill him when I had the chance!”

Jethro stood up and Lara felt a small sense of satisfaction at the sight of the blood on his mouth. She was ready to make him bleed some more. A lot more.

“You were about to murder him in cold blood,” Jethro said through clenched teeth.

“I already have blood on my hands and I’m fine with that!” she said defiantly.

“You may have killed before, but you do not want to be a cold-blooded murderer.”

“That bastard murdered my real parents in cold blood right in front of me,” she replied through clenched teeth. “I watched the life go out of their eyes, I watched them being carried out of that house in body bags and you’re telling me that I’m going to regret murdering the son-of-a-bitch who put me through that?”

“You’re a Buchanan,” Jethro said softly. “Like it or not, my blood runs through your veins and I’m your father and I will not let a daughter of mine-“

He barely got a sentence out before Lara punched Jacob and shoved him out of the way before tackling Jethro to the ground and straddling him. She raised her fist and punched him hard.

“You.” Punch. “Are.” Punch. “Not.” Punch. “My.” Punch. “FATHER!” She punched him again and grabbed both sides of his head and beat started banging it onto the floor a few times before she started punching him again, sobbing.

“Lara!” Jacob wrapped his arms around her stomach and yanked her back.

Lara elbowed him in the face, causing him to let of go her with one arm, but he held onto her with the other and the two of them fell backwards onto the ground.

“I will kill you, you son-of-a-bitch!” Lara shouted as she struggled to release herself from Jacob’s grasp. “You think you know me? You don’t know anything! You and that stupid Council that you work for, you’re all weak, incompetent entitled little pricks!”

Jethro coughed and sat up, giving Lara a clear view of his bloody, bruised face.

She stopped fighting Jacob and glared at Jethro. “I’ll make you a promise,” she said coldly. “I’m going to kill Huang and then I’ll come back and show you what a real murderer is.”