Chapter 49 : …Then No One Can

Gordon's POV "Wake up, 'Mega. We got work to do!" I don't like to think of myself as a cruel man. The title of soldier has never sat right on me, the mantel always felt like more of a yoke than a badge of honor. Sure, fightin' for one's country or fightin' the injustices of the world was a noble cause, but I always felt I was destined for more. Better. For greatness. "Wh-we-where the fuck am I? Wh-what's go-goin' on?" I hate that we have a similar twang to our words. As low-born as the O'Rourkes were with those two failures for parents, I can't help but stop every time I hear the familiar slant of their accent touch the air. It grated on me, vexed me, and my wife—that whore, that slut, that cunt—took glee in remindin' me of the difference between our social standing's in only the way old money can. "I made you, Gordie," she'll say, breath smellin' of wine and another man's cum, poppin' pills just to keep that free loadin' bastard other's call my son f