Clifford’s POV“Fuck! Fuck!” I couldn’t stop cursing. It felt like the enemies just wouldn’t run out. I had promised myself I would never stain my hands with blood again, but right now, I had no choice. If I didn’t kill them, they’d be the ones killing me.Gustav and I bolted out of the warehouse, ducking behind a parked vehicle. I gasped for breath, wiping the sweat streaming down my forehead.“Boss, we need to escape. We can’t take them on. It’s just the two of us,” he muttered, his voice strained. That’s when I noticed the gunshot wound in his side, his lips pale from blood loss.I had a bullet lodged in my shoulder too, but I ignored the pain. Drawing in a deep breath, I said, “Save yourself, Gustav. I’ll go back for Aurelius.”“H-Hell no, Boss,” he stammered, shaking his head, his eyes glassy. He looked ready to cry.I dragged my palm down my face. For a man built like a giant, his heart was soft. He would gladly give his life for me. How could I throw him to the wolves? My thoug
Last Updated : 2025-08-29
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