Don stood over Cora in the cold stone corridor, the black steel barrel of his gun pressed hard right beneath her chin. Cora was shaking violently, tears spilling down her pale face in complete silence. She didn’t dare move a muscle, the cold metal biting into her skin.“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your throat right now,” Don said, his voice flat and dead.Cora couldn’t speak. A small, terrified whimper was the only sound that managed to escape her lips.Don’s thumb flicked the safety off with a loud, sharp click. “Nothing to say? You knew the rules in this house.”Before Don could pull the trigger, Sword moved fast through the shadows. He stepped straight into the path of the weapon, positioning his broad chest right in front of the barrel. The steel pressed directly into Sword’s shirt, right over his heart.Don’t jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing into lethal slits. He didn’t lower the weapon. “Move out of the way, Sword.”“No,” Sword said, holding Don’s gaze wit
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