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Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 1273    |    Released on: 10/12/2023

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He's next. He knows it. I know it. And he begins to whimper as Callahan takes hold of

Callahan asks

's shaking. My two brothers, both cowar

ey deserve to suffer. Doesn't he

han asks again. It'll be the

hifting his gaze back to Callahan, then to my uncle. He'

e," he

uess he doesn't want to get his nice suit dirty. That alone is the signal my uncl

but I didn't realize he was a killer.

, shocked. His head is probably spinning like mine was, jarred awak

s move as if it would take them both to lift my

scrambling toward Nathan, the

and aim at me. Then I see Callahan's hand c

me? God. Would he

n and the soldiers, spread m

lahan makes a sound. A tsk. The man stops, st

rained

oward me, my unc

shing my back into Nathan

w up to b

fteen. He was five wh

he gun, drawing

me," Call

bl

y between my uncle and me, so I

ha

w old we

my uncle's impatient face move in

lahan, forcing myself

ers was twelve.

nicked as I see Gregory and Vincent's bodies. Un

uld marry that F

moment to process. "Yo

s a grunt but

door you broke down was lo

soldier, opposite my frantic to

blink of an eye, fingers like claws, nails digging into

e twists my arms behind my back, gripping both wrists in one hand. With the other, he fists a handful of hair half in

I plead, tears fina

me, eyes

y. Just a

boys grow up t

with a nod. My uncle moves. Nathan's u

ging his legs as he's half-turned away. “P

urreal what's happening and all I can think is,

ring down at me with a look I can't qui

'll do anything. Anything you wa

ng, some sound of annoya

Callah

up at

my head and I feel

on in his voice. "You need to kill them both. Like you said, boys grow to

ches. How the hand at his side fists. H

st to be sure." His words are a whispe

is so out of place. When I look at him, he meets my eyes.

my uncle's throat work as he swallows.

, who wo

es something strange. Unexpected. He rubs the bump

, he lets me. I go to my

tic. He was born into the wrong family. How

tain on his pants is bigger. He pissed himsel

k at Callahan,

ells my uncle then moves toward t

ere the fu

bodies on my land,

to glance at me once more. Then, d

uard in another cell

to the door, grabs

at we said. Wh

t where my uncle is touching

s gaze, drops his

s body, his whole being a thr

ncle

urns his b

e barks at the sold

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