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Chapter 48: The Beginning of the End
Madel McDonoughSo, this book's performance has stripped off all my confidence as a writer. But just in case there are readers or is a reader who manages to get at this part of the book, I will continue writing. I hope this book will get some love and support like how I dreamed it would have when I signed this two months ago.
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I pull up my car at the same time Dr. Gustavo gets out of his car. In the quickest pace I can, I rush towards him while untucking the pistol I stole from one of the made-men I killed. I yell, “Don’t move!” Dr. Gustavo trembles the instant he sees the pistol, pointing at him, and my murderous glare, also aiming at him. His thick eyeglasses almost fall off from the bridge of his big nose while his eyes are almost popping out of fear. “Boss Davide, what is this all about?” he asks. “Can’t you see?” I ask with sarcasm and coldness. “You’re about to die.” “B-but why?” “Why?” I ask back, almost chortling. “You didn’t know why?” “I-I re-really didn’t know. If I did some-something offensive to you, then g-give me a chance to make it up to you. D-don’t act hastily,” he says. My face clenches more and so does my chest. My grip on the pistol also tightens when Mackenzie’s urn crops up in my head. I reply, with pure fury and without any sarcasm unlike earlier, “Mackenzie. You can’t
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