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I grabbed the gun, my hand tightening around it.
“I’m fucking killing that ugly bitch.”
one hundred seventeen
Althaia
I sprinted while firing, but the distance was too great to land a shot. All the lessons Damiano taught me about maintaining composure and focus seemed to evaporate. My heart pounded, and I trembled in a fury so intense that my sole desire was to reach Carolos and witness the life drain painfully from his eyes.
Disgusting?
The word kept echoing in my mind, a relentless drumbeat of rage and determination.
I raced forward, darting from cover to cover, firing my weapon in Carlos’s direction. He, too, seemed desperate to hit me, his own shots erratic and unfocused. I weaved between concrete pillars, closing the distance. My aim wasn’t perfect but hitting him wasn’t my goal.
Not yet.
He still had Cara, and I couldn’t risk accidentally shooting her. Instead, my plan was for him to empty his gun while I inched closer. And at this moment, I was fucking thankful Damiano had made me run at every practice.
“Shit!” Carlos cursed out. I let out a slight smirk when I heard him pull the trigger of the now-empty gun.
I stepped out from behind the pillar, the gun ready in my hand, and aimed for Carlos. My finger rested on the trigger, about to shoot, but stopped when he used Cara as a shield to protect himself.
“Let her go.” I snarled. Cara was trying to get out of his grip but stilled when he pressed a knife against her throat.
“Nah. For once, she’s actually useful.” Carlos smiled cunningly.
“You piece of shit!” I sneered and stepped closer.
“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t come any closer. Unless you want to watch me slit her throat open.” He laughed, and Cara winced when he slowly made a cut in her throat.
“Let her go!” I screamed, and my hands started to shake as I held the gun, wanting so desperately to shoot him.
But I couldn’t.
“Thaia, go… get out of here while you still can.” Cara pleaded, and I shook my head.
“I’m not leaving you. Not again.” I had already failed her before. I couldn’t let it happen again.
Over my fucking dead body.
“It’s okay. I wasn’t meant to live long, anyway.” She smiled sadly while I vigorously shook my head.
“Can you stop being suicidal for just a damn minute and let me help you?!” I yelled, trying not to cry while thinking of how to get her out of this situation.
“Oh, how sad. I would even shed a tear if I actually gave a shit about you.” Carlos’ voice interrupted. “If you really want her to live, I’m willing to do a trade. I will let her go if you come with me.” His sinister smile returned.
“Althaia, no!” Cara shouted.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Carlos hissed and pressed the knife against her neck, more blood trailing down as he cut deeper into her skin.
“Stop it! I will go with you!” I screamed in desperation. “Just let her go.”
“Excellent. I’m sure our dad will be very pleased about that.” Carlos smirked as I glared at him. There was nothing more I wanted to do than wipe his disgusting smirk away.
“Althaia, don’t do it!” Cara desperately shouted to me.
“It’s okay, Cara.” I tried to give her a reassuring smile.
