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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY-THREE: EVEN LIONS FALL.

Author: Blu
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-17 23:28:57

AXEL’S POV:

When I heard the gunfire erupt, instinct screamed at me to move. To throw myself in front of her. Protect her.

But I couldn’t.

I couldn’t even lift my damn hand.

My body was giving in. Muscles seizing. Vision dimming. I was slipping—fast—into the cold grip of darkness.

Then I felt it.

Warm droplets hitting my face. Wet. Heavy. Like a slow rain of grief.

I forced my eyes open.

There she was—hovering over me, her face twisted in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed and screamed for help.

God, I hated seeing her cry.

Not her. Not my woman.

With what strength I had left, I reached up. My fingers trembled like an old man's, but I managed to cup her cheek. Her skin was soft beneath my bloodstained hand. Still warm. Still alive.

“Stop crying, Wifey,” I rasped, coughing. More blood oozed from the corner of my mouth, thick and metallic. “This was bound to happen anyway. I’ve got too many enemies not to die like this.” I tried to chuckle but winced—everything hurt.

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