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AMARA'S P.O.V
"Damn," a melodic voice broke through the silence, " That was messy, my apologies."
I immediately started shaking as the man from earlier emerged from the shadows with a gun in hand. He strolled towards me coolly, and eyed the man on the ground, scratching his eyebrow.
"Ah, Laurent," he sighed, squatting next to the body, "Aftí Ékane polý kalí douleiá se dérnoun páno....why'd you have to go and hit her?"**
He stared at the dead body for moment longer and cocked his head to the side, examining the head that he just blew apart.
"Good shot," he mumbled, nodding appreciatively.
I noticed that he had a strange accent when he spoke English, and in between sentences he would casually switch to another language that sounded like a concoction between French, Spanish, and sex.
The man turned to look at me, and my eyes widened in fear. I looked down at the gun still in his grasp and scrambled back as he stood up and loomed over me.
"P-please don't..." I whispered, as he followed my gaze to his gun.
"Please don't what?" he asked, with a playful glint in his eye.
A mobster. Without a doubt he was a mobster. Who else would just casually carry a gun around and be so contempt when using it.
A slow, maniacal smile crept onto the man's face as he followed my gaze to his gun and shifted his grip on it.
"Please don't what?" he repeated, eagerly awaiting my response.
My gaze shifted to my car, where Clara was still sitting unconscious, and I turned back to the man, squeezing my eyes shut.
If he really was a mobster, I was probably going to die. He had killed that man with me as a witness, now it was my turn to get a bullet through my head.
"I understand if you have to kill me because of what I saw...just, please don't hurt my sister. She didn't do anything wrong." I pleaded, bracing myself for the impact of the bullet.
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