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16- No Escape
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Ruined By Mafia 17- No Escape
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 could still feel Dante’s presence long after he left the room, his cold words echoing in my mind. *“You belong to this world.”* Those words gripped me, dug their claws deep into my chest, pulling at me, twisting me into something I didn’t recognize anymore.The envelope sat on the table, its presence looming like a shadow over everything else in the room. I couldn’t stop staring at it, as though if I looked hard enough, I might somehow find a way to unravel this entire mess. But I couldn’t. I was in too deep.There was no escape.I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands gripping the sides of the mattress, my heart pounding in my chest. The silence was suffocating. My mind raced, replaying the events of the day— blood pooling on the floor, the way Viktor had looked at me after, the moment I pulled the trigger.I had done it. I had crossed that line. And now there was no turning back.The room felt too small, the walls closing in on me with every breath. I stood up, pacing back and fort
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“Yes, you do,” Haines said quickly, his eyes pleading. “Everyone has a choice. Whatever they’ve told you… you don’t have to do this.”I could feel the panic rising in my chest, my hand shaking as I hovered over the gun. He was right. I didn’t have to do this. But if I didn’t, Dante would know. And then I’d be the one lying on the floor, just like Alexei.My vision blurred with tears as I took a shaky breath. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking.I reached for the gun, my hand trembling as I pulled it out. Haines’ eyes widened in terror, and he took a step back, his hands raised in surrender.“Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Don’t.”Time seemed to slow, the air thick with tension, every second stretching into eternity.But I couldn’t do it.I couldn’t pull the trigger.I dropped the gun to the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet house. My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the ground, my body shaking with sobs I couldn’t hold back anymore.Haines stood there, stunne
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The morning air was frigid as we raced through the narrow alleyways, our breath visible in the early light. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, and each sound, every shadow, felt like it was Dante’s men closing in on us. My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of what I’d done pressing down on me like a lead weight. I had made my choice, but now, every step I took felt like it brought me closer to my end.Robert Haines followed closely behind me, his footsteps uneven. He wasn’t used to running, especially not for his life. We didn’t speak. There wasn’t any time for words, and frankly, what could either of us say? We were fugitives now. I had spared his life, but it had cost me mine. Dante wouldn’t let me walk away from this.I led us through the alleys and side streets, keeping as far from the main roads as possible. The city was waking up around us, the sounds of early morning traffic echoing faintly in the distance, but it felt like we were trapped in a world apart, where eve
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The night deepened, wrapping the forest in shadows as we moved through the trees, the air cold and biting. My breath came in ragged gasps, the exhaustion settling into my bones. Every muscle in my body screamed for rest, but we couldn’t stop. Not with Marco so close. Not with every step we took feeling like it might be our last.Haines stumbled behind me, his footsteps heavy and uneven. I slowed down, turning to look at him. His face was pale, his eyes wide with fear. He was barely holding on.“We have to keep moving,” I whispered urgently, grabbing his arm to steady him.“I—I can’t,” he gasped, doubling over and clutching his knees. “I can’t keep up… I’m not built for this.”I clenched my jaw, knowing he was right. His breathing was labored, each inhale sounding more desperate than the last. I could see the exhaustion etched into every line of his face. He wasn’t used to runni
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