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FUCK.

On the other hand, he only had a knife…

And I had a gun.

Fuck YOU, asshole,I thought angrily as I pulled out my pistol and pointed it at him.

But even though the three punks recoiled –

Even though I had the upper hand by far –

I started to shake.

I’d never personally thrown anyone out of my club before. Big, beefy guys had always done it for me.

I’d bought the gun for protection, but I’d never actually considered what it would mean to fire it.

Yes, I had pointed the pistol at Roberto twice – both in my apartment and here in the alleyway – but I knew, deep down in my heart of hearts, that I never would have pulled the trigger.

Except now…

I might have to.

And it fuckingterrifiedme.

My mind tried to stay calm –

But my body betrayed me.

My entire arm began to shake.

I could see the main asshole’s expression turn from fear to amusement.

He thought I wouldn’t shoot him.

He might be right…

But I couldn’t lethimknow that.

“I’ll fucking kill you!” I shouted, but I sounded more afraid than threatening.

The asshole just smirked and started walking towards me –

And that’s when Roberto reached over and gently took the gun from my hand.

After a split second of indecision, I let him.

I hated that I wasn’t taking care of this myself –

But part of me was relieved beyond words that he was stepping in to protect me.

Another part of me worried he couldn’t handle it.

He was, after all, a glorified accountant.

Yeah, a mafiaaccountant… but an accountant nonetheless.

I shouldn’t have worried.

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