Will You Marry Me?
But the haze in her eyes told him that she was under the influence, and only only half-aware of what was happening.
He turned back to Don Gray.
“The irony,” he murmured. “You enjoying yourself with your bitch here, forgetting that years ago, you killed my mother in front of my father....before taking his life too.”
Don Gray’s swollen eyes flickered with something... fear, recognition, and the weight of inevitability.
Hector exhaled sharply, as if steadying himself.
“For so long,” he continued, his voice lowering, “I’ve waited for this moment. For the day you’d kneel before me, begging for your life.”
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