Blood And Betrayal
Irina screamed, her voice raw and breaking.
I appeared behind the shooter and put a single bullet between his eyes. The man dropped like a puppet with cut strings. Then I was on my knees beside my brother, my hands pressing desperately against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding that would not stop.
Blood poured through my fingers, hot and slick and unstoppable. So much blood.
"No, no, no," I whispered, my voice cracking on each word. "Do not do this. Do not leave me."
Alexei gasped, choking on blood that filled his mouth and spilled from his lips. His forest green eyes were wide with shock and pain and something that looked almost like relief. "Dima," he choked out, using the childhood n
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