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A Gun To The Head

Author: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-14 17:22:02

Marlo’s POV

The cold press of the gun’s muzzle against the back of my head was sharp, a chilling sensation that spread like ice down my spine.

Every instinct I had screamed at me to turn around, to fight, but I knew better.

I had been in this game too long not to recognize when a man had the upper hand. And right now, that man was Damian.

“Easy there,” I muttered, my voice low and steady, hiding the boiling fury inside me. “No need for this kind of dramatics, Damian.”

“Thought you were slick, huh?” he murmured from behind me, his voice calm, almost amused.

I exhaled through my nose, clenching my jaw.

“Listen, I don’t give a damn about whatever con you’re running with Michael. He’s not my concern. But what are you pulling behind our backs?"

Damian chuckled softly, the sound sinister in the dead of night.

“And what makes you think you’ve earned the right to ask questions, Marlo?”

“Maybe the part where you just put a gun to my head on a public street,” I shot back. “That’s usually a
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