The Dons Forbidden Wife
My wife sobs his name , trying to keep them quiet, trying to keep them alive by sheer will.
Another gunshot.
His leg gives out. He drops to one knee, gasping, one hand slapping uselessly against the floor. Blood pools fast, dark and spreading.
I’m pushed down.
“On your knees.”
I hit the marble hard. Pain shoots through my legs, but I barely feel it. All I see is my wife shaking, children pressed into her, their eyes locked on me like I can still fix this.
Another gunshot.
This one spins him sideways. He crashes onto his back, choking, eyes wide and unfocused. His chest heaves. He tries to speak. Nothing comes out but blood.
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