He Stole My Son's Kidney
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I died on that operating table.
Arthur cut my five-year-old son Leo open and took his kidneys to save his bastard kid. Leo died. I died. They threw us out like garbage in the snow.
But I came back.
Back to that same rainy night. This time when Arthur tried stealing Leo's life-saving medicine for that bitch Lily, I slapped her face to pieces.
Outside the OR, Arthur shoved donation papers at me. I laughed and dialed a number I'd buried five years ago.
"Viktor? Your sister needs a favor. Bring your guns."
Explosions echoed through the hospital as my brother walked through the smoke.
"Nobody touches my nephew." His gun pressed against Arthur's forehead.
Arthur was scared shitless: "Jesus Christ... you're a Rockwell?!"
Too bad he figured it out too late.
Arthur cut my five-year-old son Leo open and took his kidneys to save his bastard kid. Leo died. I died. They threw us out like garbage in the snow.
But I came back.
Back to that same rainy night. This time when Arthur tried stealing Leo's life-saving medicine for that bitch Lily, I slapped her face to pieces.
Outside the OR, Arthur shoved donation papers at me. I laughed and dialed a number I'd buried five years ago.
"Viktor? Your sister needs a favor. Bring your guns."
Explosions echoed through the hospital as my brother walked through the smoke.
"Nobody touches my nephew." His gun pressed against Arthur's forehead.
Arthur was scared shitless: "Jesus Christ... you're a Rockwell?!"
Too bad he figured it out too late.

















































