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Chapter 36: Blood on the Floor, A Crime to Hide
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I took a slow breath, gripping my phone tightly. “Be patient, okay? I need time to arrange for that.” My voice was calm, but my heart pounded like a war drum.“Patience?” she muttered, letting out a sharp, bitter chuckle that echoed through the other end. “Cynthia escaped, remember? She could be anywhere! Watching me. Waiting. I don’t have all the time in the world.” Her voice was shaking now, but not from fear, from anger.I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a smirk. “Relax, okay? She won’t find you. And I’ll get you the bullets soon, I just need a little time, and you have to trust me.”“Trust?” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for trust. I need that bullet now!”“And I need time! We don’t always get what we want, do we?” Before she could spit out another demand, I ended the call.The second I lowered the phone, a burst of laughter filled the room. Cynthia grinned at me, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Damn, you’re good… that was smooth… too smooth,” she whispered, raising
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"Really?" I asked, my voice dripping with curiosity.Cynthia let out a frustrated groan, smacking her forehead like she was dealing with the dumbest person alive."Are you serious right now? Don’t you understand sarcasm?" Her arched eyebrow was practically screaming, Are you actually this clueless?I folded my arms, trying to keep my cool. "Well, excuse me for trying to make sense of this mess!"Cynthia inhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose as if she was one second away from completely losing it. "Think, ma’am. How do we clean this up?"I stared at the blood in front of us, my mind racing. Cynthia kept tapping her foot impatiently, and the pressure was suffocating.I gulped, racking my brain. THINK! THINK! THINK.After what felt like an eternity, my gaze landed on the sink. A wild, reckless idea sparked in my mind. It was insane but it was the only shot we had.My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I turned to Cynthia, my voice barely above a whisper. "I have an idea."She c
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"Really?" I asked, my voice dripping with curiosity.Cynthia let out a frustrated groan, smacking her forehead like she was dealing with the dumbest person alive."Are you serious right now? Don’t you understand sarcasm?" Her arched eyebrow was practically screaming, Are you actually this clueless?I folded my arms, trying to keep my cool. "Well, excuse me for trying to make sense of this mess!"Cynthia inhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose as if she was one second away from completely losing it. "Think, ma’am. How do we clean this up?"I stared at the blood in front of us, my mind racing. Cynthia kept tapping her foot impatiently, and the pressure was suffocating.I gulped, racking my brain. THINK! THINK! THINK.After what felt like an eternity, my gaze landed on the sink. A wild, reckless idea sparked in my mind. It was insane but it was the only shot we had.My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I turned to Cynthia, my voice barely above a whisper. "I have an idea."She c
The Price Of Trust chapter 37: Whispers of Blood and deception
I took a slow breath, gripping my phone tightly. “Be patient, okay? I need time to arrange for that.” My voice was calm, but my heart pounded like a war drum.“Patience?” she muttered, letting out a sharp, bitter chuckle that echoed through the other end. “Cynthia escaped, remember? She could be anywhere! Watching me. Waiting. I don’t have all the time in the world.” Her voice was shaking now, but not from fear, from anger.I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a smirk. “Relax, okay? She won’t find you. And I’ll get you the bullets soon, I just need a little time, and you have to trust me.”“Trust?” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for trust. I need that bullet now!”“And I need time! We don’t always get what we want, do we?” Before she could spit out another demand, I ended the call.The second I lowered the phone, a burst of laughter filled the room. Cynthia grinned at me, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Damn, you’re good… that was smooth… too smooth,” she whispered, raising
The Price Of Trust Chapter 36: Blood on the Floor, A Crime to Hide
" What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting we finish him off?" My voice cracked as I staggered back, my legs trembling beneath me. Cynthia arched a brow, then—unbelievably—she laughed. A deep chuckle that sent chills racing down my spine."Oh, Myla… You needed to see your face right now," she teased, shaking her head.My stomach twisted. "Cynthia, this isn't funny!" I snapped, my pulse pounding. "For God's sake, be serious! What are we supposed to do?"The laughter faded from her lips, and the air between us grew heavy. Cynthia took a step forward, "First, you need to breathe." Her voice dropped, calm yet commanding. "Second, you need to trust me. And third?" She leaned in, her next words slow and deliberate. "We clean this up before anyone finds out."My chest tightened. "What if someone does?" I asked softly, my voice unsteady.Cynthia’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "Then we make sure they wish they never did."My eyes widened, a cold shiver crawling down my spine. Cynth
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