FINIR?

CHAPTER 68: FINIR?

Dashiell's Pov

The metallic scent of blood still lingered in the air, thick and suffocating as Saba's sickening smile hovered above Joel's bruised face. But even with the ax in her hand, I still remained unfazed.

Zahra and I stood in the doorway, our stance calm, but we still held our guns pointed toward her.

Just then, about six armed men stepped out of the shadows and stood behind Saba.

"You are late, Godfather," Saba taunted, tapping the ax lightly against Joel's shoulder. "I have already won."

I slowly tucked my gun in my pocket, motioning to Zahra to still hold hers. Stepping forward, I let out a small, almost pitying chuckle. "Won?" I said, my voice laced with sarcasm." You have no idea."

Saba's expression faltered slightly as my eyes bore into her, unblinking, unflinching.

Joel, who was barely unconscious, lifted his head enough to look at me, more blood trickling down his forehead.

"Saba, don't be a coward," Joel rasped breathlessly. "Kill me and finish wh