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Don't Do Anything Stupid, Cara (2)

Author: Double-L

Last Updated: 2024-12-17 14:27:04

{CARA'S POV}

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“Did you just fucking try to drown yourself?” Edmondo’s voice slices through the silence, and it's so loud right now.

My breath hitches as his words sink in. But the sound of his boots hitting the floor; slow, deliberate, predatory, drowns out everything else.

My back presses harder against the cool tiles, water dripping from my hair and bare skin, leaving me shivering and exposed. He’s coming closer, one step at a time. His dark eyes locks on me like a wolf cornering its prey.

“Answer me.” His tone is low, calm. But it’s laced with a threat that makes my stomach knot.

I force myself to look at him, even as my body screams at me to run.

The man standing before me isn’t just Edmondo. He isn’t just the Don of the North, the cold, calculating bastard who tore my life apart piece by piece. This is someone else entirely.

But fuck, I can’t tell if that’s better or worse.

This isn’t the

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