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Chapter 6

Author: Flowering Tree
The room exploded.

Blood ran down Zeke's face, twisting his features in pain and pure disbelief.

Jella pulled out a handkerchief, tried to wipe the blood off him. Zeke slapped her hand away, eyes locked on Leo.

"You... You dare lay a hand on me?!"

I spoke low. "That's my line. Zeke, back when we were kids, you didn't even have the guts to fight back when I chased you down. Now you think you can lay hands on me?"

I scoffed, eyeing Jella. "All for your little girlfriend." I paused. "Oh, right—stepsister.

"When Fenton begged for the marriage, he said you'd been pining for me all these years. Said you stayed faithful. But you couldn't even recognize me—and the whole time, you were screwing your sister. What a surprise."

"You're full of it! You hurt my brother—this ends now!"

Jella lunged.

I kicked her straight back.

I grabbed Leo's gun and fired without blinking.

The bullet tore past Jella's hand—didn't kill, but made her scream like it had.

"Aah... my hand... my hand..."

Zeke
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