Sophia “Lower the gun, Dante,” Bright ordered. He tried to stay calm, but he was dying to attack Dante. One wrong move, however, could get us all killed. I sobbed, and Dante got angry with me. “Shut your damn mouth!” he yelled at me, and I saw Bright take a step forward. Bright was about to attack, but Dante pointed the gun at my head again. He pressed the barrel against my hair, taking the safety off. I squeezed my eyes shut. The pain wouldn’t let me move, and neither would the fear. The baby was coming. My water broke the moment I heard the gunshots. I was still a week away from full term, but the baby didn’t want to wait. I was suffering. The pain was unbearable, and I felt that something wasn’t right with me. The stress level was dangerous; my blood pressure was dropping. I felt dizzy, my vision blurred. “She’s pregnant, Dante. Are you really going to do this to a pregnant woman? What’s the point of all this? Hurting the person you claim to love?” Bright tried to reason wit
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