BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER
I was too terrified to breathe.
Lorenzo knelt down in front of me, his fingers clamping hard around my chin, forcing me to look into his cold, dead eyes.
"You have your father's eyes, little bird," Lorenzo said softly, tracing the warm, smoking barrel of his gun down my cheek. "A shame they have to close."
He raised the gun and fired.
The bullet tore through my shoulder, the violent force throwing my small body backward into the baseboards of the wall. A sharp, blinding agony erupted in my chest, and my vision instantly blurred as blood poured from the wound.
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