Claire’s POVI watched as Don’s gun raced fast and got lost amongst some cartons stacked on top of each other at a corner the moment Salvatore kicked it away. Some cartons at the top tumbled and fell over each other as the gun hit the ones at the bottom. I bet Don was powerless now because his two guns were gone and nowhere in reach. Salvatore got exactly what he wanted – the upper hand. Don, now without guns and I, forcefully nestled against him with his arm tight around my neck, Don and I were at his mercy. I raised my hands to try pulling his arm off my neck – a futile effort because Salvatore only tightened his grip on my neck. “Salvatore, please let me go. Let us go, please” I begged “Shut the fuck up, bitch” He nudged my temple with the gun “Fuckin' take your hands off Claire, you monster!” Don growled “And if I don't, what you gon’ do, boy?” “Let go of my wife, Salvatore. Take your filthy hands off her!” Don’s forehead creased in annoyance “I'd rather insert them filthy
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