WELLINGTON'S POVThe chain continues to rattle as I hear the man's footsteps as he walks slowly towards me. As if he knows how affected I am by the sound and he's deliberately taunting me.My heart aches with pain, and my mouth is now too dry as I hide my face. I hear the hat man cackle when I can't stop the roar that claws at my throat."No... take that away from me!" My eyes are still pressed shut, but the smell reaches me first, rusty old blood, the same smell from the night I lost everything I thought I deserved to build. My body remembers before my mind catches up. Sweat slick my back, and my wrists burn against the handcuffs."Open your eyes, Tito," the man's voice comes, unhurried. He sounds amused.I don't want to open my eyes, but I do when I don't hear the rattling of the chain anymore. His face is half covered by the hat, and smoke from his tobacco covers the other half so that I don't recognize him, but I know the voice. "You are going against our deal, Bambam." Kayla's
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