WARNING: This story contains mature themes and is intended for mature readers. There is mention of drug use, prostitution, human trafficking, and violence.
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Five," I said.
"Five what, Edwin?" He asked.
"Four."
"You stupid boy," he said, pushing the barrel of the gun further under Isabella's chin.
"Three...Two..."
"Father?" Noah said.
"One," I said, snapping my fingers. All hell broke loose.
My sight, my focus was on one thing. All the noise around me, everyone else, vanished.
With each step I took towards them, Dante's eyes widened in fear.
"Shoot her," I said, as I stood next to them, looking down at him. I couldn't bare to look at her, not now. "Come on. Dante, pull the trigger," I insisted, placing my own gun in between his eyes. "Do it."
"Edwin, please," Isabella cried softly. Her hand grabbed onto my pants, pulling tightly.
"Isabella, look at me," I said. My eyes remained on Dante. I fired the shot. His blood splattered on both Isabella and I.
Isabella didn't move to get up. Her whole body was shaking, she was breathing very hard. I grabbed a hold of her lifting her up off of the dead body.
"I got you, dolcezza," I said, holding her as close to me as I possibly could at this moment.
"Make it stop, please," she cried, putting her hands over her ears.
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