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Her voice was strained

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Her voice was strained. She looked up at me with fire in her eyes. "Run."

Her eyes closed and the hand on my wrist went limp.

"No. No. Please." I cried softly. "Open your eyes."

I looked back at the fight behind me.

They were distracted.

I pressed one hand firmly against the wound and used the other to slowly drag her out of the room.

I almost had her to the front door when something hard and metal was pressed against the back of my head.

"Wait!" Valentina yelled.

"Oh, what could you possibly want now Mother?" The man behind me groaned and moved the weapon away.

"Rosa has works, dozens of notebooks of plans for The Cartel." Valentina exclaimed.

"Get to the point." The other man sighed.

"She wants to take over-."

"Yeah like that's going to happen." The man behind me laughed.

"She has plans, plans that would work. You kill Ana, you're killing Rosa or you're killing yourself."

"So why don't I just shoot this bitch then let Rosa bleed out." The gun pressed against my head again.

"Because if Rosa wants to take over The Cartel and has plans so she could, there's no telling what other information she has in her brain." The other man muttered.

"She'll never give you that information." The man behind me pushed my head forward.

"If we keep that one alive she might." Her father walked towards me.

He crouched down in front of me on the other side of Rosa. "You love her?"

I was at a loss for words. This felt like a trap.

If I lied, they might kill me. If I told the truth, they might kill me.

But I'd rather die saying I loved her.

I nodded my head slowly. I couldn't form one word.

He sighed. "And she loves you?"

I nodded again. That's what she told me.

He looked up at Valentina behind me. "Are you sure about this?"

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