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Fleur's POV

The last thing I saw was Mario getting shot in front of me while men held me in place. I've always imagined shooting him for the past two years, and now that it happened in front of me, I didn't expect to feel miserable.

Before he died, Mario attempted to save me. He genuinely cared for me. Even if it's twisted, it's always passion. It's more than lust to take a bullet for someone like me who Mario can quickly substitute and dispose of. All of these new emotions and realizations are gushing right through me.

Mario always said that he would never let me go and that he loved me. I had no more defense left with Mario's feelings; I was confused and afraid of his way. I focussed more on the pain he might inflict instead of the lavish life he's been p