Lucien. ''Hand me the gun,'' I commanded, my voice wrapped with steel and impatience. Dominic, my right hand man who stood beside me, pressed the cold metal into my palms without a word. I, Lucien Alexander Cross, was never one known to forgive in the whole of Velmoor and Mateo, he crossed the line. I pressed the metal to his head, his eyes filled with fear while his body shook vigorously, blood and sweat trickling down his forehead. The empty warehouse smelled like rust and regret. A place I had specifically chosen myself to end everyone who crossed the line and today, it was Mateo's turn. The walls were concrete, stained. The kind of walls that had seen things and would never tell. Mateo Alvarez sat in the midst of it all, tied to a metal chair and his wrists tied behind his back. His head hung low, chin nearly touching his chest. I wanted him to feel every second o
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