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#Chapter 192: Gun to a Fistfight

Edrick

 

Ethan continued to hold the gun firmly up against Moana’s head. In the white blow of the bright spotlight that was trained on us, I could see the way that Moana’s red hair was stuck to her neck from sweating as her adrenaline surged through her. The ropes that held her to the hard metal chair in the middle of the floor crossed over her belly, restricting the little life inside of her. Seeing her like this made me feel physically sick, and if Ethan didn’t have a gun in his hand, then I would have ripped him to shreds as soon as I saw what he had done to her.

 

“Just let them go, Ethan,” I pleaded as I took another tentative step forward.

 

However, Ethan just pushed the gun harder into Moana’s temple. 

 

“You’re a liar,” he said through his teeth. “I know that you and your mother had something to do with it, too. Don’t take me for a fool, Edrick. Your family has done nothing but brought me pain, and now I’ll make you feel the
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