I closed my eyes as the deathly figure raised the gun at me.
I guess this is what you get when you get involved with criminals.
I'd seen too much, a terrible truth about the man I thought I loved, and now I was going to pay for it...
...with my life.
If only I'd stayed at the club, I thought miserably. Sure, I would have been a hostage to a terrible man, but at least I'd be alive.
For some reason, at that moment, I felt as though I'd failed my parents. I'd found the evidence needed to bring the killer to justice, and what had I done? I'd run for my life.
And I'd failed at even doing that.
I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry, Dad...
Roman's voice rang out through the night.
"Stringer, no!"
The gun went off.
And then nothing. My eyes snapped open and I checked my body. I'd heard high adrena
