My name is Tara Harper.
Mafia princess.
Thrives in chaos.
Life of the party.
But there's a secret. A secret so ugly, that I hide.
His name is Alec Romano.
Loyal.
Lives in Violence.
Untouchable.
I want him. Will do anything to get him. Problem...
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The world spun around me as the darkness closed in, and I struggled to make sense of what was happening. It all began so abruptly, with the sharp sting of fear slicing through my chest as I was dragged away. The rough hands, the shouting voices—it was all a blur, a terrifying whirlwind that left me disoriented and helpless.
When they tied me to the chair, my heart raced with panic. I tried to calm my breathing, to think logically, but the knots in my chest were too tight. The room was dimly lit, and the only faces I could see were those of Alec and Stella, both looking as terrified as I felt. The sight of Alec, my rock, my everything, standing there with such anguish in his eyes, was a cruel twist of fate.
Aaron's cruel voice cut through the chaos, demanding Alec make a choice between me and Stella. I watched as Alec's face twisted with pain, his hands trembling as he held the gun. The realization that I might be the one he'd have to choose to save hit me like a wave. My heart sank as I understood the full weight of Aaron's game.
I tried to stay strong, to hold on to the hope that Alec would find a way to save us both. But as the minutes dragged on, that hope began to crumble. Alec's silence was more crushing than any words. The look in his eyes told me he was breaking, that he was struggling with an impossible decision. I could see the anguish etched into every line of his face.
Despair settled over me like a heavy blanket. I knew Alec loved me, but the thought of him having to choose between me and Stella was unbearable. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the pain that mirrored my own. And in that moment, I felt a deep, overwhelming sadness.
"Alec," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Just shoot me. I can't bear this any longer. It's okay. I'm ready."
I had given up. I felt like the light inside me had dimmed to a mere flicker. The hope that Alec would find a way to save us both was fading, and the weight of Aaron's sadistic game had broken me. I could see the life I'd once had slipping away, and all I could do was accept it.
The gunshot rang out, a sharp, searing pain erupting in my chest. Everything slowed down as I felt the impact, my body jerking forward before collapsing to the ground. My vision blurred, and I could see Alec's face—his horror, his guilt—as I fell. I tried to reach out, to tell him that I understood, that I was sorry for the pain this had caused him.
But the pain was overwhelming, and everything began to fade. My breaths became shallow, my vision narrowing. Alec's face was a distant memory, his anguished eyes a final image in my mind. The world was slipping away, and the realization that I wouldn't get to experience any more of our moments together was a heavy, suffocating blow.
As darkness closed in, I could only hope that Alec would find a way to forgive himself, that he would find peace despite the agony of the choices he had been forced to make. I had given up on fighting, on hoping for a miracle. The light was fading, and I was left in the void, a broken spirit witnessing the end of a life I had once cherished.
In the end, all I had was the fading memory of Alec's love, the knowledge that he had made the hardest choice of his life, and the crushing weight of a fate that had been decided by forces beyond our control. The world grew dark, and I was left with the echoes of our moments together, a bittersweet reminder of what once was and what would never be again.
