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I was momentarily blinded by the smoke but it thinned and there I saw Christian kneeling down, his hands were at the back of his head, more blood flowing down his face as his sh*tty father holds a gun pointing against his temples. "Don't you dare!! Please, don't." I begged him already teary-eyed. "How could you do that to your son!!" I pointed out bitterly trying to instill some sense to him. He just laughs off mockingly at me. "He is my son. He owes his life to me!! I owned him!!" he yelled. I winced at his words. "Nobody owns anyone!! You don't have any rights to!!" I bravely yelled back. "Milady, please. We need to go out—” he didn’t get to finish as he was tackled by the man in white. Before, they clashed he had discreetly passed me his revolver and a knife. "A-phrodite... just go
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