"Emiliano, don't!"
"I have no choice. Either they die or you get arrested."
"I can't have any more blood on my hands!"
"Tom will die."
"What?"
"They will arrest me too. Tom will be taken into a hospital and he will die."
As the tranquilizer darts were flying around us, millimeters away from our heads, I couldn't think straight.
If I accept, all those police officers will die instantly.
If I don't, Tom will die.
Twenty lives of strangers versus the life of my first love.
"I can't… I—"
"It's fine, puppy. Close your eyes. Let me deal with them."
Emiliano's endearing gaze did nothing but overflow the already stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. He softly caressed my hair, taking just one more longing look at me as if—
If things would go badly, he would keep that memory of me as compensation for his life.
"You tried to stop it. Just blame it on me. My hands are already bloody."
Emiliano's hand clamps over my mouth.
