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I don't know who's eyes were wider, mine or Antonios. I backed away from him, my hands shaking. When I brought them up, I saw thick red and sticky blood coating my fingertips and staining my brown skin.
I looked up at Antonio before my body crumbled to the ground.
I rolled on my side, holding my stomach as my adrenaline wore down and pain descended on me and fast. I applied pressure and breathed through it all as Antonio slowly walked around me until his oxford loafers were right in my face.
"I didn't want to kill you you know. i planned to keep you. You can be useful and the fact you are my daughter... I guess it makes sense but you can't live. I made sure that child Angel had died and I will make sure you never get to see the light of day again."
I looked up and the gun was pointed at my head. Antonio pulled the trigger but it was empty. Seeing this, Antonio cursed and dropped the weapon on the floor and it clattered until it was right by my chest.