"Any last words?" His voice is so cold that I barely recognize it as the same tender voice that proclaimed his love for me only hours ago.
"You have to believe me! Look at me! Look at me and tell me you can't see that I am telling the truth. It is Mack who is lying, Zerro! Please. You once claimed you could always tell when I am lying. Why can't you tell now?" I am breathless, drowning in my own tears as I try so desperately to make him believe me.
"Why can't I tell now? I am the king, Bree. From the very beginning, I was taught to trust no one, and that's how I lived my life. Until you...until you came and clouded not only my mind, but my judgment as well. I want to believe you. I really do, but I am in the middle of a war. Not only with Luccio's people, but with myself. I am at a fucking, raging battle with myself because of you! The good you unlocked in me is fighting to be free, but the dark, evil, fucked up part of me is telling me not to trust either one of you. That part of me wants to see both of you with bullets in your heads."
Time stands still as I take a deep breath. There is nothing else to say. The monster has been set free, and he won’t be at peace until I am lying on this very floor in a puddle of my own blood.
The silence is literally killing me, it surrounds us, sucking the life right out of me.
“Pull the trigger!” I scream. I feel every single shred of hope leave me. My body, mind, and soul shut down. I am ready; there is no other way around it.
“I will.” Placing his lips against my forehead, he pulls the trigger. He actually pulls the trigger! The sound of the gun going off is loud as Zerro’s beautiful face is the last thing I see before my world goes dark.
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