Drago's Victory

From the outset, Drago demanded complete honesty from Bridgette. All he had found instead were lies, damned lies.

"Bridgete, all this time..have you been a cat?"

Bridgette spun the piece of yarn between her paws and looked up at him from under the bed. "Meow," was her only reply.

Drago reached into the nightstand and wrapped his fingers around the cold Luger inside. Once he had taken it from a German officer, still warm in the fields of Bastogne. Now he put it to his temple, squeezed the trigger, and was never decieved again.