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Chapter 22

ATLAS’ POV

“Please Atlas, please don’t kill me. Please I promise this is going. To be the last time I’d have anything of this sort with any girl”Brody Douglas pleads with his hand blessing and my gun pressed to his forehead.

“How can u be so sure that you are not going to derail from this supposed promise you are making now?“ I ask him to move compactly. “Please believe me” he begs with his bleeding hand trembling. In fact, his whole key is trembling like a doused chicken. It is so funny that this same man will be aggressive with the young lad but now look at him.

“I don’t trust you.” I spew and cock my gun.his eyes are unruly closed and his hands in the air. Looking at his right pinky finger, I can’t help but laugh. It gives me this solace that is unexplainable. There is nothing I hate more than one thinking he is superior to the other just because he or she has money and affluence.

“I swear with my great grandmother's name that I am never going to indulge in this kind of misdemeano
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