Outside of the warehouse walls, I hear the low drone of the city, the constant background noise of traffic and sirens that is inescapable in New York. We’re in an empty warehouse, harsh, fluorescent lights overhead, a concrete floor beneath my feet. If I make the choice, two of us will live. If I fire the shot, I’ve sentenced us all to death. He has other men surrounding us, men who are also armed and won’t hesitate to kill us all. I hate him with a passion, and I consider swinging the weapon around and firing one single bullet in the hope it will kill him, but I know I cannot. That’s the deal, and I don’t doubt for a second that the man holding the gun to my head will go through with it. If I don’t kill one of them, we’re all dead. Problem is, I’m the one who has to decide who receives the bullet. If I don’t shoot one of them, we all die. My mom, still young at forty-two, my sister only seventeen. Two women kneel before me-my mother and my sister, both with faces streaked with tears. I’m standing with a gun in my hand and another at my head. I was sixteen when I first hurt someone badly enough to be hospitalized, and nineteen when I took my first life. I was seven years old when I saw my first body. MY NAME IS Verity Guerra and I’m the daughter of the most ruthless mafia don in New York. The Choice She Made (The Mercenary Series, #1)
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