Gol D Roger Execution Romane & Geschichten

She asserted, “Now that I’ve sent the documents like you wanted, can my mom start receiving treatment…” A cunning glint flickered past Roger’s eyes. “It's not as easy as that. I don't trust you enough.” Roger interjected, his calm voice holding slyness and revealing that he had no intention to play according to the game. Who is Roger kidding? Gillian, that bitch is a wild cat, and the only leash he had on her was her mother! If Roger didn't make use of Gillian's mother very well, he knew that bitch would never listen to him. But now that he already had another leash on Gillian, his eyes glistened with a devilish glint.

I choked, my voice barely audible. Roger’s grip tightened, his eyes blazing with triumph. "Die, Mr. President," he snarled mockingly, his hot breath on my face. Rachel screamed in horror, rushing towards us. With a final surge of adrenaline, I tried to break free, but Roger's hold was unyielding. My body began to slump, my weight supported only by his merciless grip. As life drained from me, I saw Roger's face—his features contorted in a mix of anger and satisfaction.