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At Salvatore's Mercy

Claire’s POV

I watched as Don’s gun raced fast and got lost amongst some cartons stacked on top of each other at a corner the moment Salvatore kicked it away. Some cartons at the top tumbled and fell over each other as the gun hit the ones at the bottom.

I bet Don was powerless now because his two guns were gone and nowhere in reach. Salvatore got exactly what he wanted – the upper hand. Don, now without guns and I, forcefully nestled against him with his arm tight around my neck, Don and I were at his mercy.

I raised my hands to try pulling his arm off my neck – a futile effort because Salvatore only tightened his grip on my neck.

“Salvatore, please let me go. Let us go, please” I begged

“Shut the fuck up, bitch” He nudged my temple with the gun

“Fuckin' take your hands off Claire, you monster!” Don growled

“And if I don't, what you gon’ do, boy?”

“Let go of my wife, Salvatore. Take your filthy hands off her!” Don’s forehead creased in annoyance

“I'd rather insert them filthy
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