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Armani swung his fist, connecting with his target several times, bringing blood to his knuckles. With each punch, he exhaled an audible breath that echoed throughout the building. It was hard watching him, knowing that I was next. If I couldn’t prove that I had what it took, Elijah would undoubtedly have Armani kill me. Regardless of our friendship, Armani would have no other choice. He was here, going through these travails, because he was protecting the woman that he loved more than anything.
Ragged breaths seized, leaving the open air around me feeling like a damn vortex. It was my turn, and every time that I did this, I felt a little more of myself chip away. I h
