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Frank hesitates, his gaze darting back and forth between Dario and me. I watch as he struggles to process the information, his anger momentarily forgotten. But then, just as quickly, it returns with a vengeance.
"Fine," he spits, the venom in his voice making me shudder. "You think I care about some bastard child? Get out of the way, Jasmine, or I swear I won't hesitate to pull this trigger."
My heart hammers against my chest, but I refuse to move. I stand my ground, putting all my faith in the love I have for Dario and the life growing inside me. If this is what it takes to protect them both, then so be it.
"Jasmine..." Dario murmurs, his hand on my shoulder, his body trembling behind me. But I won't budge. This is my decision, my sacrifice for the man I love. And I've never been more certain of anything in my life.
"Frank, please," Dario pleads, desperation creeping into his voice. "Don't do this. We can find another way."
"Shut up!" Frank barks, his finger tightening around the trigger. "This is your last chance, Jasmine. Move, or I swear to God—"
"Go ahead," I interrupt, swallowing the fear that threatens to choke me. "But remember, you'll be the one who has to live with the consequences."
As the words leave my lips, I brace myself for the worst. But somehow, deep down, I know we'll make it through this. We have to. For our sake, and for the life we're bringing into the world.
Frank steps closer.
This, I realize, is my moment to strike.
"Jasmine..." Dario murmurs, his hand on my shoulder, his body trembling behind me. But I won't budge. This is my decision, my sacrifice for the man I love. And I've never been more certain of anything in my life.
Taking a deep breath, I muster every ounce of courage I have and make my move. As Frank's attention momentarily flickers to Dario, I seize the opportunity. With as much force as I can manage, I kick upward, aiming directly for the gun in his hand.
"Jasmine!" Dario shouts, but there's no time for hesitation.
The force of my kick knocks the gun from Frank's grasp. It clatters to the ground, and for a second, everything seems to freeze. Then, chaos erupts.
"Get them!" Frank roars, his face contorted with fury.
The sound of gunfire fills the air as Frank's men open fire. Bullets whiz past us, so close I can feel their heat. My heart races as adrenaline courses through my veins. I grab Dario's hand, our fingers intertwining, and together we sprint toward the forest.
"Keep running!" Dario yells over the cacophony of gunfire, pulling me along as we weave through the trees. His grip is tight, reassuring, as if he's afraid that letting go would mean losing me forever.
I can hear the shouts of Frank's men growing fainter as we put distance between us and them, but I know they won't give up easily. We need to find a way out of this nightmare, a way to protect ourselves and our unborn child.
"Jasmine, stay close to me," Dario urges, his voice strained from exertion. "We'll make it out of here, I promise."
Despite the chaos around us, those few words ignite a spark of hope inside me. I trust him, and I believe in us.
We continue our desperate flight through the forest, praying that we'll find a way out of this hellish situation. Eventually, we lose the men,and the sound of gunfire fades away.
We stumble deeper into the forest, our breaths ragged and hearts pounding. The darkness is nearly suffocating, but we press on, knowing that our lives depend on it.
"Jasmine, do you hear that?" Dario whispers, suddenly stopping in his tracks. His grip on my hand tightens, as if sensing an impending threat.
I strain my ears, trying to pick up on whatever caught his attention. And then, amidst the cacophony of rustling leaves and snapping twigs, I hear it too – the faint sound of footsteps approaching.
"Hide," Dario whispers to me.
But before we can move back, a figure emerges from the shadows, cloaked in a dark coat and cape. My heart skips a beat, preparing for yet another confrontation. But there's something different about this person; their presence feels almost otherworldly.
"Who are you?" I ask, my voice wavering with uncertainty.
"Someone who can help," the figure replies, their voice deep and enigmatic. All we can see is his eyes, the rest covered by a cape, and a scarf.
"Help? How?" Dario demands, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "And why should we trust you?"
"Because you have no other choice," the figure responds cryptically. His steel grey gaze falls on me, and I shiver under the intensity of their scrutiny. "And because your situation is more dire than you realize."
