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Davie panted, spitting those statements out of her mouth.

"You are wise for you to deceive me all this while; anyway, my forgiveness is a bad shit you’ve got to earn. I hate to stop talking, but I need that information! So, you only have two options: you talk, or he truly dies. As you know, I am not merciful." Nathan’s jaw was slightly lifted, and his lips pursued into a thin line. The skin on his forehead flapped on top of one another as a broad, straight line popped up.

"So what is it going to be, my sweet darling?"

"The truth or death—both are crucial to me." He smiled as the dagger faced Gregory’s forehead.

"Nathan, Stop! You’d kill him!"

"Hurry up; I am running out of patience!"

Fine, I will tell you! Gregory has…….."

In an underground motel,

Laura leaned her weak body on the comfy couch, crossed her legs, and sipped on her sour lemon juice. Loud music and screams exposed where they were—a motel! She heaved a sigh at being dragged here by her sister, Camila. Unconsciously, Laura