Chapter 134 Blame Herself

• Marco
• “Don’t come any closer!” Ismael screamed at the top of his lungs, slashing the air with a wild swing of his arm, the glinting knife still tight in his grasp. Madness twisted his features, a volatile mix of rage, frustration, and desperation. His eyes burned with a fire so intense it seemed like he’d been swallowed whole by hatred. His every breath was ragged, trembling with fury.
• Sandro’s men moved swiftly, one to the left, one to the right, ready to strike at the first opportunity. Sandro himself had flanked around, quietly positioning himself behind the vehicle, his gun trained on Ismael with a calm but deadly focus. His presence was sharp, calculated, every step matching the thunderous beat of my heart.