Chapter 34 – Don’t Kill Me, Baby… |Members Only| Billionaire’s Baby Angel
My insides are trembling if you can fucking believe that, and I’ve just ducked a punch to my face, kicking his abdomen, and now using the other leg in a roll to hit his head and launch him aside on the ground.
I fast take out my gun and shoot his head. He’s out, but I’m losing it and I drop on my knees and now on all fours, gulping for air, squeezing my eyes, contracting to not pass out. If I pass out in here, it’s bad. My heart fucking stops in my real body, and I undergo like a clinical death for some time, possibly hours, if I fucking pass out. I don’t want or need that.