Regina’s lungs burned as if she’d been drowning for hours. She sucked in air greedily, hands clutching her chest like her heart might claw its way out. Her knees buckled, and she barely managed to stay upright, terror still vibrating through her bones.
The boss lay sprawled on the floor, blood slicking his ear, pooling dark and obscene against the concrete. He groaned once, weak, trembling, but stayed down. Smart bastard.
Daniel Warren straightened in his wheelchair, spine rigid, presence suffocating. His fingers rested loosely on the armrest, relaxed...too relaxed for a man who had just turned a slaughterhouse into a graveyard.
Regina lifted her eyes to him, fear and relief tangled so tightly she couldn’t tell which one hurt more.
The boss...gone. Fled like a f*****g rat.
Coward.
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