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"Did you honestly think you could betray me and get away with it?" The latecomer said in a low voice.
My breath hitched. This voice…I knew this voice!
"I'm sorry!" The victim on the ground wailed. "I had no choice! They… forced me to do it! Yes! They threatened to kill my family!"
"What, do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that? Do you honestly think I don't know everything you did?"
The imposing figure slowly straightened up from his crouching position, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "You shouldn't have done this."
As he moved, a stray light beam caught his features, revealing his face.
My breath caught in my throat, and I instinctively clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp.
It couldn't be... but there was no denying the truth now glaring at me.
The man before me, the one who had been involved in this unsettling scene, was none other than Matteo – the same Matteo I had shared an intense, passionate moment with not too long ago.
My mind raced, trying to process the shocking revelation unfolding before me. The circumstances were beyond comprehension, the timing too uncanny to be coincidental.
My heart pounded with a mix of disbelief and confusion. How had I managed to get myself entangled in this fucked up web of events?
He reached into his black jacket and pulled out something I couldn't see until his arm was fully extended and aimed at the victim.
"Now, you have to pay for your actions."
Fuck!
In the dim light of the overhead lamp, the gun glinted with a cold, metallic sheen, its presence sending a shiver down my spine.
The metal seemed to gleam with an ominous aura as if it were a malevolent creature ready to unleash untold horrors.
As I caught sight of the weapon, my breath caught in my throat, and my heart seemed to freeze for a moment before resuming its frantic pounding.
I felt a sickening mixture of fear and revulsion, my mind struggling to comprehend the reality of the situation.
A gun! Were they seriously going to murder this guy? Sure, it seemed like he had betrayed his gang or whatever organization, but did he have to die?
My heart pounded in my chest, urging me to leave, to escape from this dangerous situation, but my fear kept me rooted in place.
I felt like a helpless bystander, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene.
I knew that I couldn't stay hidden forever, that eventually, I would have to make a decision – to stay and risk being discovered or to leave and escape the horrors that surrounded me.
But at that moment, all I could do was watch, my senses heightened, and my heart beating quickly in my chest as I hoped and prayed that these would-be murderers wouldn't discover me.
“Possa tu pentirti dei tuoi peccati nell'aldilà.”(May you repent of your sins in the hereafter.)
What language was that? My heart pounding in my ears wasn't leaving me with enough rationality to calm down and guess what language it was, but did it matter either way?
The victim started trembling and shaking his head vigorously from side to side.
"Please forgive me! Don't kill me! You can't kill me! I beg-"
A single shot rang out! I gasped in shock as the loud sound reverberated through the air, leaving silence in its wake.
The victim, who had been upright on his knees begging for mercy, slumped over and fell to the ground-lifeless.
Fuck! I couldn't stay here anymore. I had to leave.
