Ivan
My heart beat slowed, my eyes unmoving as I watched Lorenzo dragged August. My eyes lowered to my gun, struggling to process what happened seconds back. I shot someone. That was a step up for person who had never killed a cockroach. I didn’t know if to be proud of myself or swan in my tears. I knew nothing about him, but I felt guilty. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to have a bullet fired into his flesh.
My eyes flickered to Mia. She was shooting me daggers, with no form in her expression. What was I expecting from a bitch like her? That she would feel bad for the poor guy? She was so obsessed with plucking me out of the devil’s grasp to care about anyone else. I had no idea how she found someone so easily, barely two hours after laying down my plans to her and August showed up.
“We’re not done, Tesoro.” The bastard cold voice drew me out of my trance, his fingers rubbing my thigh in a circular motion. I glanced at his cocky face, gritting my teeth in defiance.
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