I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire
The interior of the warehouse was chaos, Concrete rubble everywhere, Metal beams twisted and fallen, Smoke so thick I could barely see, I heard groaning, Pain, Then I saw them,
Four was on the ground behind a collapsed section of wall, Blood soaked through his shirt, Shrapnel wounds across his chest and shoulder, His face was pale and twisted in agony, Volkov was beside him also injured but conscious, He had blood running down his face from a gash on his forehead,
"Four!" I screamed and started toward him,
That was when I saw Petrov, He emerged from the smoke on a catwalk above, Rifle aimed down at Four and Volkov, Reloading, preparing to finish what he had started,
My training kicked in bef
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