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Hostage

Author: Cho Kay
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-29 07:43:19

Isla~

I stood frozen at the scene before me.

Bodies littered every corner and they weren't moving.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and death.

I willed myself to follow the bloody trail and Fernando was right behind me, his finger resting on a trigger.

My heart pounded viciously in my chest as I feared what might have become of him.

Dante.

I quickened my pace in hopes of reaching him faster.

And finally, I saw him.

Standing tall in the midst of the bodies stacked on each other, an eerily calm look in his eyes. The dark, dangerous aura that surrounded him, giving him an appearance of an angel of death.

He took them all himself and remained standing, ready for more.

Dante may have successfully eliminated Harry and his men but his expression was anything but triumphant.

Behind that calm demeanor was a mixture of pain and sadness. He cocked his gun again taking a step forward in preparation for one more kill.

Harry.

The latter was sitting up again a wall, hand on his chest
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