JULIUSThe room was dim and cold, a quiet warehouse on the edge of Chicago, abandoned for years and the air smelled like rust and dust, heavy with the weight of what was about to happen.Donald stood next to me with his arms folded and face hard. In front of us, tied tightly to a metal chair with rope digging into his wrists, was Julius-my father by circumstances, my enemy by fate. His lips were bruised, and blood trickled slowly from the corner of his mouth from the first few slaps we had already given him. But this wasn't about revenge. Not entirely. It was about truth."Speak!" I exclaimed, my voice cold, eyes fixed on him. "Tell me why you did it. Why you killed them."He smirked, his jaw stiff, his pride still intact. That was when Donald stepped forward and slammed his fist into Julius's jaw. A painful grunt escaped his throat, and his head snapped to the side."I said speak!" I yelled, gripping his collar.Julius coughed, blood dripping down his chin. He spat to the side and ga
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