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26- The Unknown Threat
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2025-02-09 23:24:27The tension between them was palpable, and I could feel the man’s indecision in the way he shifted his weight. He wasn’t sure what to do, and that gave me just enough time.
With a burst of adrenaline, I twisted beneath him, bringing my knee up and slamming it into his side. He grunted in pain, his grip loosening just enough for me to slip free.
I scrambled to my feet, backing away from both men, my heart pounding in my chest.
Marco watched me for a moment, then turned his attention back to the man. “You should leave while you can.”
The man sneered, clearly unhappy with the turn of events, but he knew he was outmatched. He gave me one last look—cold and full of promise—before he turned and disappeared into the shadows.
I stood there, panting, my body trembling with fear and exhaustion as I watched him go. Marco remained where he was, his expression still unreadable.
Finally, he turned to me, his voice low.
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