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A taste of Danger. chapter eighteen
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Reporting from the underworld A taste of Danger. chapter eighteen
Alejandro's POV I was dying— or so I thought The blood that splattered across my face wasn't mineI looked up to see the neatly blown Hole In the head of the assassin. Behind him was Miguel.He walked up to me, “are you alright Alejandro?” He asked I nodded. He just saved me and I knew the danger was over but my legs still shivered.They couldn't hold my weight. My eyesight went hazy. My brain struggled to process everything while my heart struggled to keep up with the blood supply.I stumbled so he grabbed me tightly and pulled me closer to him, “thank God you're alright, don't ever do that again, do you hear me!” He pulled away slightly and looked me in the eyes, “promise me,you won't put yourself in harm's way again, promise me!”I nodded. I was too stunned by all that had just happened to even speak and I did the next best thing.I pulled him closer and I stood on my tippy toes; I was tall and well built, but I was another small body compared to Miguel.He bent over just enoug
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