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Fiore
The bullet left the gun. The breath left my body. My temple throbs, a remnant from Tony’s violent temper. The air around me seemed to vanish, bleeding out in a rush. My muscles lock up, freezing me in my tracks.
It feels like I am being crushed and crumpled as I stood there, staring at the two men. The whole world is stained red as I waited for one of the men to die.
One is my kidnapper turned lover. One is my brother turned enslaver. They wrestle on the ground before me, fighting over me. Their eyes are filled with hatred for one another, their grappling violent.
Whichever one I shot, I have to live with not just his death, but the life laid out for me by the survivor. I have no real options in this scenario.
They’ve left me none.
It’s an impossible choice, yet… somehow, I
