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010: Fear
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2025-01-02 22:16:30
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Carlos sighed, a faint, thoughtful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, I guess I understand to some extent." Hunter turned toward him, his brows lifting in surprise. "Really?" There was a hint of disbelief in his voice, as if he hadn't expected Carlos to be carrying something close to his chest. "Have you fallen in love or something?" Carlos exhaled slowly, as though weighing his words before letting them out. "Well, I wouldn't really call it love," he admitted, his voice low and distant, as if he was still figuring it out himself. "There’s just... someone I can’t get off my mind these days." Hunter gave him a knowing look and nodded. "Good for you," he said simply, not pressing further, respecting whatever boundaries his brother had just drawn. Manuel, however, was less impressed. He shook his head with an exaggerated roll of his eyes and muttered, "You guys are impossible." He pushed himself away from the wall where he had been standing and crossed his arms tig
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When Camila arrived at the scene with Antonio trailing behind her, her heart was pounding in her chest. She spotted a white car parked at the far end of the close, its engine humming softly as if preparing to leave. She froze for a moment, uncertain whether the person inside was an enemy or someone connected to Ruby. Panic gripped her as she called out Ruby’s name, her voice echoing sharply through the narrow street littered with bodies and stained with fresh blood. As if responding to her voice, the white car suddenly turned, its tires crunching over gravel and broken glass as it pulled away from the scene without haste. Camila watched it disappear around the corner, her instincts telling her that whoever had been in that car was dangerous. Still, she stood her ground in the middle of the wreckage, turning in slow circles, searching. Her chest ached as dread formed a tight knot inside it. Then, faintly, she heard her name. "Camila!" The voice was weak but unmistakable. Her gaze
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Ruby picked up her gun, tightening her grip around it, her knuckles pale against the cold metal as she braced herself for the worst. She had already accepted there was no way out. But she would not go down without a fight. If they wanted to kill her, they would have to bleed for it first. Her chest heaved with each shallow breath, her eyes fixed on the shadows ahead, waiting for the first movement..... waiting for them to charge at her so she could shoot. She wasn’t sure she had the strength to kill, but she was going to fight anyway. The air was filled with silence, broken only by the muffled sound of approaching footsteps. Her heartbeat was a roar in her ears, her stomach twisted with fear. The men were getting closer. She could almost feel them closing in. She bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste blood as she held her breath and raised the gun higher, her finger tightening on the trigger. But before they could get to her, gunshots suddenly erupted, sharp and loud,
