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FORTY SEVEN
Pedro grinned sinisterly in front of a room he believed to be Emma and her husband's bedroom. This is interesting, he thought slyly. He would make it look as if Emma was murdered after having an all-out romance with him. But then his grin turned to surprise as a bullet suddenly shot fast towards his stomach and then into his heart until without realizing it, he had just fallen on the floor with blood starting to pool under his body.
"Emma! Oh Lord!" shrieked Richmond in shock in the doorway. With galloping steps he immediately approached Emma and snatched his gun from Emma's hand who looked so satisfied that she had managed to kill the damn bastard who almost raped her.
"I thought you'd let him be mine."
“Huh, you’re less fast than me, Rich. Besides, he almost stabbed me with that damn knife."
Emma snorted in disgust at Pedro who was still clutching the knife in his death. How tragic, she thought pitying the man. The man thought she was a weak woman w
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