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Chapter 150: "No one saw her. Not even the hotel manager."
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[Ralph’s POV] Fucking bastard. He’s trying to get a reaction from me. I should give it to him. Humour him so I can distract him and find a way to get the women out. ‘How about me?’ Alfeo was as shocked as seeing a man naked and twirling himself around a pole. ‘What da fuck are you suggesting, Don?’ He cackled even harder and glanced at Juliette. ‘In front of your wife? You sure?’ ‘Come on, Alfeo.’ I fixed my gaze on the face that would soon crush under my knuckles. ‘You have a lot of grievances. No amount of drugs can hide it. I give you the third option—me. Do whatever you want for five minutes.’ Something clicked in his eyes. ‘Five minutes is a very long time—I can find out the taste of your woman in five minutes.’ Sick bastard. ‘Or you can beat the shit out of me—cut off my legs or some fingers—or even my balls—in five minutes.’ ‘NO!’ Juliette screamed in horror. ‘Choose Jewel! Just choose her, goddamn it, Ralph!’ SLAP!—my jaw clenched hard—the junkie bulged his angry
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[Juliette’s POV]BANG! Explosion burst my ear. Earthquake shook me. And then freeze. I’m hit! I’m going to die! ‘ARGH!!!’ A bellow of rage and pain tore my ear drums. Then—. ‘I said NO ONE MOVE!’ And the rain of footsteps halted. ‘HANDS UP WHERE I SEE THEM!’ ‘MY HAND! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF—-!’ BANG!‘ARGH!!! ARGH!!!’ I covered my ears, my body trembling with raw fear and pain. Where’s the pain? I should feel it. On my back. He was behind me. I felt a gun pointing at my back—. ‘Juliette.’ A deep voice and then heavy breathing. ‘Juliette. It’s alright. Look at me.’ Ralph! I jerked up and pain shot to my eyes. ‘Urgh….’ A groan slipped through. Then, I realised that even my lips were quivering. My hand was already on the back of my head. ‘He shot me….’ ‘No, he didn’t.’ Ralph reassured me in a calm voice—but I could detect intense worry beneath it. ‘Pain.’ I winced again. And he reached to the back of my head. ‘Jesus… you hit him hard. You whack him in the face, remember?’ Oh—
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[Ralph's POV]Cold water from the shower rained hard on me. I needed it. The reminder of my cruel reality; one where I was doubted; one where my possessions were ripped from my palms; one where everyone got their benefits from burning me alive. Ever since Juliette, I seemed to have forgotten the violent streak in my family line. The belief that violence will and can solve anything is hard wired in every single person down the bloodline. Who am I to change it? BANG!I glared at my palm flattened on the slick walls. All those eyes devouring what belonged to me. It's mine. Juliette is mine. That soft, flawless skin is meant for my eyes only. WHAM!Pain shot from my knuckles to my skull, but it was useless. The urge to kill was still strong. *****I threw the towel on the sink counter and moved to the exit of the bathroom of the presidential suite. Fuck, I miss her. I want her to imprint on my skin, become a part of me. Sick. The door slid open and I entered the living room. Yo
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