CHOSEN BY A SINNER (Completed)

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"Fucking Albanians," I mutter as the men climb out of their vehicles. Intense rage rips through me with the force of a hurricane.

Uncle Dimitri opens his laptop and starts to type, saying, "The house on that corner has a security camera by the gate."

Viktor glances at his father's laptop, reaches across, and opens an entirely different screen. "This way is faster. You're getting old."

"Fuck off," his father mutters as they access the camera,

which gives us a better view of the street.

Horror washes over me as I see Mariya crawl out of the

wreckage. She struggles to stand up.

"Broken ribs," Uncle Alexei groans. "My baby's struggling to breathe."

Lifting my arm, I grab a fistful of my hair as I watch my wife kick off her shoes and assume a fighting stance.

"Jesus Christ," I whisper when she lunges for the man

nearest to her, taking him down in one swift move. "That's my girl. Fight," Uncle Alexei cheers for her, his breaths coming faster. "I want sound!" he shouts when she

says something.

Viktor grabs the laptop from his father and rewinds, then types something in code on a different screen before pressing play again.