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Chapter 45: The Shot

Auteur: Evelyn D
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-29 16:15:43

Nobody moved.

The room that had been fracturing two minutes ago was completely still now. Every person in it frozen in whatever position they'd been in when Silvio's arm went around my throat.

The gun was cold against my temple.

I couldn't breathe properly. His arm was too tight around my neck and I had to make a decision to take very small careful breaths and stick to them and not do anything that could be interpreted as movement.

I was terrified.

I want to say I was thinking clearly and calcu
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