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He knew Emily wasn't to be trusted but to take his life was a fact that never crossed his mind.
He watched her fingers on the trigger as she was about to pull it the second time, before the bodyguards pushed her down.
He saw her eyes void of remorse and emotionless as she looked at him while she was whisked away.
His mind was buzzing on why Emily would want to kill him until the sounds of gun shots interrupted.
Then he realized it wasn't Emily's idea, they were surrounded and she played the role of selling him out.
Three years she worked for him.
Three years she was loyal.
But it was just a camouflage.
He escaped the attack with several bullet wounds and took cover in the abandoned building, hoping he could survive.
When he was drowned in the misery of pains, his stars couldn't bear his agony, so sent him a savior.
He was grateful. Oh! I got my life back.
But when it became known to him that those sent to kill him have penetrated his surrounding, searching for him, his joy diminished.
Coupled with the scorching pain and fever from his wound begging for urgent medical attention, his hope began to fade away.
