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Gael's first instinct was to put a bullet through Filippo's head. He didn't have time for his games. He still had five shots left and only needed one to kill—and he was a damn good shooter.

However, when he twisted his head to take a look at the man, Filippo clicked his tongue, took out another handgun, and pointed it at Roy's head. They would die if he made a wrong move. Although Gael could take the shot, he didn't want to risk who would pull the trigger first in this situation when they were at a disadvantage. Losing more men was not an option.

"Kick your gun to the side." Filippo jerked his chin to the left where one of his men was. "Slowly. Then put your hands up."