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R A N V I

I stare at the red dried blood marks in my palm. The red crimson is engraved deep within the lines of my palm. It's still sticky, and somewhere it reminds me of the time when we had that accident and when I was helpless.

My hands curled into a fist and I pulled my hand trying to get rid of the handcuffs, but it didn't help at all. That bastard left me like this, but he wasn't wrong either. If I had gone to the mafia, they would have killed me too because I don't know how powerful they are, and I can't forget that Aaran is one of them so he knows.