Chapter 156. Traumatized

Anna felt like the walls were closing in on her. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to stop this, to grab Carlos and shake some sense into him. 

But his mind was made up. She could see it in the way his fingers curled around the rifle, in the way his eyes never wavered from the scope.

Her breath hitched as she peered over his shoulder. The restaurant’s entrance was well-lit, a stark contrast to the darkness that swallowed them whole. People walked in and out, laughing, oblivious to the violence waiting just across the street.

She clenched her fists as a coping mechanism. “Carlos,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please.”

He inhaled deeply. “Anna, we don’t have a choice. Don’t you get it? So stop. Stop, please. We don’t have much time, we have to do this perfectly.”

Yes, they did. They did. There was always a choice. But if she argued now, if she hesitated any longer and they did not do this, they would be no going back. 

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