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2025-01-24 17:00:00I can’t tell how long we’ve been staring into each other’s eyes or how long I’ve been holding my breath, but when he moves back, I let out a long sigh of relief. His eyes move from mine to my lips and then back to my eyes, and he smirks.
“You were wrong to say you weren’t afraid of me,” he whispers, his voice low yet dangerous. “You should be.” He removes his hand from my waist and grabs my wrist.
“You challenged me and my power, and no one does that. No one still alive, that is.” The moment he says that, fear floods my veins, and the little confidence I had earlier vanishes.
He starts dragging me toward a van parked nearby, his grip on my arm very firm.
“You threatened me with the FBI and thought you could get away with it?” he shouts, and I know this is it for me. All my sins have caught up with me, and today is the day I die.
I knew he was going to make me pay for that
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