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Cristiano

Six round at the front of the house, all but two shot execution style The two are riddled with bullets They were taken by surprise The others were rounded up They saw death co

“The front door was open e got here,” Antonio says

I should have left him with her Why didn’t I leave him?

“Any of their soldiers a the dead?” my uncle asks

Antonio shakes his head

We were aain No one knew this house even existed Even if they did, no one knew she was here No one but the men ere here with her Who are now dead

All except for one

“Where’s Alec?” I ask He’s the lone survivor He called it in a few hours ago

“Kitchen”

I look beyond the house to the ht up Killed the ht to the house

Betrayed

Again

I turn to ht of the bloodbath, both outside and inside the house Maybe I don’t know him as well as I think

Inside is decidedly worse, the bloodthe walls and furniture I’m taken back in time, back a full decade to another massacre

The other half dozen irl lie dead Shot in the back of the head execution style like the others

“Fuck”

The bedroom doors stand open and frolass froainst the wall The bathrooht is on, too