#BLOODSHOT EMPIRE # ALESSIA'S POINT OF VIEW My heart was a drum solo against my ribs, the room suddenly shrinking, suffocatingly hot. I just stared at him, trying to make sense of his words. “I… I’m sorry,” I managed, my voice thin, a mess of confusion and hurt. “I don’t understand.” Silence. It just amplified the panic. My eyes flickered between their faces ........all three so unnervingly alike. “If it wasn’t about money, and my father’s death settled the debt,” I whispered, my brow furrowed, “then why am I here?” Still nothing. My breathing hitched. “No,” I shook my head, a growing disbelief churning inside me. “This makes no sense.” The quiet one just watched, his expression a blank slate, as if waiting for my next move. My frustration finally boiled over. “No!” I practically yelled, the word exploding out. “What do you mean, not money?” I stumbled back, a tidal wave of fear and anger crashing over me. “You kidnapped me! You took me from my ho
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