Page 97 of The Don's Forbidden Obsession

It was at someone else.

We moved at the same time, toward one another, both of us aiming at a side of the van. Our actions synchronized without the need for words, a shared understanding passing between us.

“You okay!?” I yelled out.

“Fine!” she said angrily as she continued to hone in her sight on whoever the hell was on the other side of the van with the captain.

I nodded and noticed an opening, watching as the clip hit the ground. I knew this was it.

With a final burst, I lunged toward the captain, blasting gunshots as I went. My clip jammed, but I didn’t care.

I kept running at him.

I knew he was reloading.

I slammed into him, knocking him off-balance.

My body tumbled over his, our fists flinging through the chaotic spark of adrenaline and rage.

The ground shook beneath us as we crashed to the pavement, fighting for control.

For survival.

The sounds of approaching sirens grew louder.

But I wasn’t going to let up.

My fists burned with fire as I continued to blast them into his jaw.

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ANNABELLE

My heart raced with anger,betrayal, and confusion.

Davis?

He had been my partner for years.

I trusted him with everything I had.

“Stop!” he begged, but I wasn’t going to.

He lay on the ground, clutching his side, wounded by my bullet.

“How did this even happen!?” I screamed, my gun aimed at his face.

I lunged forward, jumping on top of him, squeezing the wound.

He wailed in agony.

But I continued to dig my fingertips into the bullet wound, my anger propelling me with a force I didn't even know I possessed.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I seethed, my voice trembling. "How could you turn your back on everything you stood for?”

Davis winced in pain, his eyes reflecting remorse.

“Like Russo said, Anna!” he cried out. “It’s the fucking game no. ”

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