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ENZO
In my dream, the barrel of my g*n was a savage, one-eyed giant, and I honed my sights on the screaming lips of Bobby Tuttle. I fired and my weapon never wavered, my scope picking out the details of the target only to find Bobby’s face had become Tessa’s.
My bullet plowed a trail of blood and destruction across her features.
I sat up, erect in bed, breath ragged to my own ears, trying to pin down where the dream ended and reality began.
“Enzo?” Tessa spoke beside me, still clueless that her protector, her rescuer, her Daddy was the same one who killed the man she thought she loved.
This had to stop.
No way that after what I’d done, Tessa could forgive me. If his murder wasn’t enough to make her write me off, that I lied to her about it would be. I wouldn’t blame her for banis
