Azael
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I walk to face him and cross his arms, head slightly raised.
-Who the hell are you?
-Gabriel Thompson.
I pull the gun from the waistband of my pants and press the end to the center of his forehead, releasing the safety. Nobody stops me. His expression turns almost to horror, pleading not to kill him.
-Look, Gabriel Thompson, if I pull the trigger right now, no one will stop me, no one will care and no one will cry. So your opinion, nobody cares. Understood?
He nods, clearly scared.
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