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Third person Pov."Wake up, you piece of shit." The cold water hit Clifford like a slap to the face. He gasped, his body jerking against the ropes that held him to the pole. His eyes flew open, blinking rapidly as water dripped down his face and chest.For a moment, he looked confused, disoriented. His head rolled to the side, and he groaned in pain.Boaz stepped back, the empty bucket still in his hand. He looked at Luan and nodded."He's awake, boss."Hearing this, Luan stood a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Clifford with cold, calculating eyes. There was no sympathy in his eyes at all, there was no room for mercy, Just pure, controlled anger.Clifford blinked again, trying to focus. His vision was blurry, and his head throbbed with pain. Slowly, the fog in his mind began to clear, and he realized where he was.He was in a basement. The walls were concrete, stained with dampness and God knows what else. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, casting h

Vera's Pov. I sat in the living room, my eyes fixed on the television screen, but I wasn't really watching anything.This was because my mind kept drifting back to Luan and the way he had left earlier tonight.Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones. Before he left, I had noticed the tension in his shoulders, their way his eyes were unsettling. And then there was that phone call with Boaz. I had been standing nearby when he made it."Get the men ready," Luan had said into the phone, his voice cold and flat. "All of them. We move soon"The way he said it sent a chill down my spine. This wasn't just any regular business. This was something serious, clearly something dangerous.I wasn't supposed to feel this way on a normal day, but now, just knowing that Luan might get into trouble makes my heart unsettled. I had watched from the front door as five cars pulled out of the compound, their engines roaring into the night, luan boaz and klevis were in one of the cars, the one at

Luan's Pov. "Get the car ready!" I shouted at my men. "Now!"My hands were still wrapped around vera, with blood pouring out slowly out of the wound.The men scrambled to follow my orders, rushing out of the basement.I looked down at Vera, my face filled with worry. "Stay with me, Vera. Stay with me."Vera's eyes were half-closed, her breathing shallow. "Luan..." she whispered weakly.This made my heart stop, It was at this moment that I realized there was no way I woukd be able to live without her. There was no way i would let her die. Never. She would not die, not on my watch. "I'm here," I muttered. "I'm right here. You're going to be okay."Blood was also pouring from my arm where the first bullet had hit me, but I ignored it, my entire sleeve was soaked with blood and I could hear it dripping on the basement floor. But right now, I cared less about that, all I cared about was Vera.Boaz rushed over and knelt down beside us. "We need to stop the bleeding," he said.I nodded a

Vera's Pov. My eyes lids slid open and the first thing I saw was the ceiling above me. It was white and plain, with a single light fixture in the center that gave off a dull, steady glow. I stared at it for a few seconds, trying to figure out where I was and why everything felt so heavy.Then I noticed the bed beneath me. The stiff mattress, the thin blanket pulled up to my chest and lastly the faint smell of antiseptic hanging in the air.A hospital? I was in a hospital.I blinked slowly, trying to shake off the fog that was sitting thick in my head. My mouth was dry, and my entire body felt like it had been pressed flat and then put back together in a hurry. I shifted slightly, instinctively trying to push myself up into a sitting position.But as I did, a sharp pain hit me immediately. It came from my shoulder, sharp and deep and completely unforgiving, shooting down my arm and up into my neck all at once. I gasped and dropped back against the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut an

Third person's Pov.The door clicked shut behind Klevis, and the hallway outside the hospital room fell into a quiet that felt heavier than it should have.Boaz stood a few feet away from the door, his hands clasped in front of him, his posture relaxed but alert the way it always was. He was used to waiting, of course waiting was a large part of what he did, and he had long since made peace with it.Klevis, on the other hand, was not standing still.He was pacing slowly, just a few steps back and forth, his arms crossed tight over his chest. His jaw was set, and his eyes were fixed on the floor in front of him, but he wasn't really looking at anything. He was thinking. And whatever he was thinking clearly wasn't sitting well with him.Boaz had his eyes on Klevis, watching the man as he paved around. Boaz couldn't help but wonder what Klevis had in mind or why exactly he was pacing around. After a short while, Klevis stopped pacing. He exhaled through his nose and shook his head sl