Entangled with the Mafia Don
Dexter's body convulsed violently, a strange, guttural noise escaping him as he slumped forward, his heavy, lifeless weight collapsing directly onto me.
I screamed, shoving his corpse off me with adrenaline-fueled strength, scrambling backward until my back hit the wall. I clawed at my chest, pulling the torn fabric of the shirt back up. Dexter lay still, a rapidly spreading dark stain blossoming on his chest where the bullet had hit him.
Silence. Then, a low, desperate sound. Lexi, who had witnessed the entire brutal, agonizing spectacle, began to hyperventilate. Her screams rose, high and raw, a sound of sheer panic and horror that drowned out the pounding in my ears.
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