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14- The Trigger
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I got out of the car, my legs still shaky as I made my way to the front entrance. The mansion loomed before me, cold and imposing, just like the man who ruled it. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked inside, every step feeling heavier than the last.When I reached Dante’s office, I paused outside the door, my hand hovering over the handle. I didn’t know what was waiting for me on the other side, but I knew I couldn’t hesitate any longer. I had to face him, face the consequences of my failure.I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.Dante was sitting behind his desk, his eyes already on me as I stepped inside. His expression was unreadable, but I could feel the weight of his disappointment, even from across the room.I stood there, unsure of what to say, unsure of what he wanted from me. My heart raced as I waited for him to speak, the silence stretching between us like a chasm.Finally, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine. “So,” he said, his voice calm
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Morning came too quickly, the thin light filtering through the curtains making everything feel sharper, more real. I hadn’t slept much, if at all. My mind had been racing all night, haunted by the images of Alexei, by Viktor’s words, by the cold emptiness in Dante’s eyes when I failed him.I pushed myself out of bed, the weight of what was to come settling in my chest like a stone. Viktor’s warning echoed in my head—*tomorrow will be harder than today.* I didn’t know how much more I could take, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to keep moving. Had to keep proving myself, even if I wasn’t sure what I was proving anymore.I dressed quickly, the clothes Dante had provided me feeling stiff and foreign on my skin. Everything in this world felt wrong, like I was wearing a mask, pretending to be someone I wasn’t. Someone who could survive here.There was a knock at the door, and I tensed, knowing what it meant. It was time.I opened the door to find Viktor waiting, his expression as unreadab
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I stared down at the man, my mind spinning, my heart racing. The world seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with the weight of the decision I was about to make. I could feel the pressure of Viktor’s gaze, of Dante’s expectations, crushing me.There was no way out.The man whimpered again, his body shaking with fear. My finger hovered over the trigger, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I was shaking all over, my mind screaming at me to stop, but my body wouldn’t listen.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out everything around me.Then I pulled the trigger.The sound was deafening, echoing off the walls of the warehouse. I didn’t open my eyes right away, didn’t want to see what I had done. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely hold the gun anymore.When I finally opened my eyes, the man was lying still, blood pooling around him. The sight of it made my stomach lurch, and I stumbled back, dropping the gun to the floor.Viktor didn’t say anything at first. He ju
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I ran after him, reached for his arm, and grabbed him. My fingers closed around the fabric of his sleeve, the solid muscle of his forearm beneath. The contact was electric, a connection forced when he had made every effort to maintain distance. I pulled, forcing him to stop, to acknowledge me, to face what he was trying so hard to avoid."I want answers. Right now." The words burst from me, raw and demanding, brooking no refusal. There was no room for compromise in them, no space for negotiation or delay. They hung in the air between us, a gauntlet thrown down, a challenge issued that could not be withdrawn.And that was when everything shattered.The moment my fingers tightened around his sleeve, I knew I had pushed too far. Dante stopped. Abruptly. Too fast. My momentum carried me forward another half-step before I registered the sudden stillness in him—a dangerous stillness that made the air around us feel electrified.Before I could
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