Chapter 11

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Next time, I won’t miss.

And it won’t be you.

It might be Leon, or Michael or Nathan or all three.

If you want to keep them safe, just do as I say.

And don’t tell Mr. Romero, because it would be quite unfortunate to lose all three sons in one day.

Don’t think you’re safe in that fancy mansion; I have my ways.

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My blood turned cold, and my fingers trembled around my phone.

‘Oh sheep.’

My breath was heavy and shallow as I read the message over and over again.

‘No! No! No!’

I slammed the device on the table and buried my face in my palms.

It wasn’t just my fingers that trembled, my whole body quivered with an unfelt cold.

The air became too hard and too dry to breathe in, and a choking feeling enveloped me. My chest tightened under an invincible pressure and the high beating rate of my heart.

‘No! Not my sons! Not my babies!’ Tears flowed down my cheeks like waterfalls.

I pressed my palm on the bandage on my arm, and the bang of the gunshot echoed on repeat in my head.

“Oli