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What the f**k was Haley doing with a gun? Had she shot Santino? How the hell had everything devolved in such a short span of time? “Haley, put the gun down,” I ordered smoothly, my own weapon trained on her as I eased forward.The delicate blonde didn’t move a muscle aside from a tremor in her outstretched hands. She didn’t startle or look my direction. She kept her eyes glued on her target. Three more shots rang out in quick succession. I charged forward, seizing the gun from her hand. Haley crumpled to the floor as if it had taken all her strength to fire those last shots. Inside the room, Naz lay in a bloody heap, riddled with bullet holes. Next to him was Giada, curled protectively inward, nasty bruises blossoming across her olive skin. Her eyes lifted to mine, and my vibrant warrior be
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