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The Red Dot

Author: Ria Rome
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-01-23 07:43:22

Candice's P.O.V.

The red dot of the laser was floating upon my chest as cold and unfeeling as it could be, cutting through the night air between me and the rifle of the sheriff; time was stinging thin and brittle, with every heartbeat, at my ribs, almost breaking. Mantovani stood motionless three feet away, his gun still in hand, but useless, his face naked and stripped of all his masks he had ever worn, the president, the heir, the monster, and just the naked frightened man who loved

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