Ruined By Mafia
Slowly, as if time had slowed to a crawl, my gaze lifted from Haines’ body to the man who had pulled the trigger.
Dante stood there, gun still raised, his expression unreadable. Cold. Detached.
Like he hadn’t just ended a life.
Like it meant nothing.
Because to him, it didn’t.
His dark eyes flickered to mine, and that was when I understood.
The message was clear.
Hesitation meant death.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my hands trembling at my sides.
Haines had hesitated.
And now, he was dead.
It wasn’t just a lesson—it was a warning.
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