“Tell him!” Damon commanded Magdalena as she hung her head low for a moment with her only inspiration to speak this truth having been the pistol presented towards her forehead. Dominick attempted to keep a protective shield over her, but as he noted the clear history and tension between two he once called allies, he struggled to decide who to trust-if he could place that into either of them. He would soon learn, he could not.
“I am tired of these games, Magdalena...Just tell him or I will shoot you and then I will…And he won’t like my version...” Magdalena rose from the ground, her arms still wrapped in Emilio’s jacket, before she turned towards Dominick. Tears filling her eyes, she clenched her jaw before meeting his gaze. Poetically, a single tear fell down either cheek in perfect unis
