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Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 1208    |    Released on: 30/06/2025

go'

before I realized this wa

d, and Davina jumped back with a gasp, eyes wide with terr

s," I snap. "I'm no

ng fuck am I suppo

ou're carry

o me. She stumbled, hit my chest, an

me go right now,

going to

llway, twitching in a spreading pool of blood; Davina screamed

s out there. And

day of all days, it made sense the Milanesis wou

t I wa

as protecting the wrong sister. She wa

amily!" she

y," I tell her. "Just stay

" Davina stammers. "Who are t

n my phone vibrated in my pocket

'm in the east corridor... I've got pickup.

fixed me with an offended g

he time to b

bastards, before I fired. Davina gasped behind me

hem," she, strain

eserved

put two rounds in the bastard's chest-he dropped without a sound.

ing?" she yells as I drag

out-whether you

" she protests. "

just to play hero? I was two seconds away from snapping at her

med into me from the side, knocking me off balance. My

his gut, watched him double over, then crushed his face with a right hook. I heard a bone crack as he let o

ke she might be sick. More gunshots rang out-t

nly shifted ov

her dress torn high up her thigh like she'd just sprinted th

e got pickup?" sh

Davina. "Get h

idn't. She yanked herself

vin

cted. She shoved past Elena, knocking her off balan

rm locking around her waist. She shrieked as I lifted her

muttered, dragging

g. I held her tighter, jaw

, her men close behind. Her voice

still standing-his face torn and bleeding, but he wa

Davina

asped. "You'

nched throug

od was trailing down Davina's legs, dark and thin, soaki

her stomach, frantic and s

wound," Elena said, scanning her

a bullet wound, her breath hitched. She looked up at

ng," she whispered, he

do you

ing. Her next words came out broken, choked, fill

whimper as she doubled over slightly, her free hand pressi

es of gunfire. All I could hear was her ragged breathing, feel the way her body swayed

hrough my daze. "Let go of her! We

hitched midway, a strangled sound esca

d with agony now, and it se

lling apart. Letting go took more effort than it should have. One of my men stepped forward and lifted her limp body over

ed to Santo. He was covered in blood

tta?" I asked,

s eyes dark. "They took h

ned. "Did they

hed into his coat and h

d you'd u

n at what la

otta's enga

d with

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