Dear Don
Blood dripped onto the asphalt, but the stubborn young man ignored the pain, his face pale from pain, and sweat plastered his raven hair to his face.
The barricade was high, but with a burst of strength, Dawn hauled himself upwards just as he felt someone tugging at his clothes. He had no idea why Ricardo wouldn’t shoot him again to nail him down, but it had to be his lucky night. Even if he died, he aspired to be the biggest pain in Ricardo’s neck. His father often told him he resembled his dead mother, and nobody could change his mind when he was set on something.
Kicking the traitor, Dawn pulled himself over the railing and fell headfirst into the dark waters below. From his angle, he cou
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