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I Will Not Let You Fall

”What’re you–”
He never got to finish his sentence, because Bette pushed a gun into his temple and pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang out, echoing across the building. A bullet ripped through the man’s head, splattering blood and bits of brain all over the other hostage, who cried out in terror. His eyes wide open, the man panted and breathed heavily as he stared in horror at his partner’s limp, perforated head.
”He was my brother, you fucking bitch!” he yelled furiously.
Bette smiled, coming closer to him. ”Someone finally decides to speak. You could help your brother by opening your mouth earlier. Now look at him.”
The man began kicking against the chair, screaming, ”FUCK YOU! I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL FUCKING MAKE YOU PAY!”
Having had enough, Bette lifted her fist and punched him straight in the face as hard as she could. Nothing changed, he continued to yell curses at her. She punched him again and again, until he could barely groan in pain, let alone raise his voice.
”Now listen to me, you fucking piece of shit,” the brunette growled, her face hard and expressionless. ”One more such fit and I’ll break every bone in your body and skin you alive. So you better behave and answer my questions.”
The man spat a gob of blood and saliva from his mouth and brought his swollen face up to Bette.
”Tell me who you are and who you work for,” the brunette demanded.
The man smirked. ”I’m the Tooth Fairy and I work for Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny,” he said and let out a derisive chuckle.
”Wrong answer,” Bette claimed before she pressed the gun barrel into the man’s knee and fired.
Throwing his head back, the man howled at the intense pain. He cried so hard, it seemed like his throat might tear.
”Fucking whore!” he bawled out, glaring at his torturer. ”I swear you’ll pay for this soon, bitch!”
Ignoring his verbal diarrhea, Bette went on, ”I repeat. Who are you and who do you work for?” she asked, accentuating every word. ”Let’s start with your name.”
Coughing, the man spewed blood down onto Bette’s boots and gave her another smirk.
Bette cocked her eyebrow and pushed the gun into the other knee.
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Hi Valerie:
This is sad as you said, but it’s also a great story, Marcus has been murdered and his killers are dead, apparently, it was Arnodelo who planned his death and he may go after Bette and Shane.
What bothers me is that one of the killers said (before dying) that they had the protection of the cops, which for me it could mean that Arnodelo wants to show that Bette alone with her gang is the criminal head behind the drug trafficking, because, in that way, he will have a break from the police persecution, while Bette and the gang are murdered making appeared as it was a fight among gangsters.
Now, honestly, I think we have reached the point in which Bette and Shane have to make a decision, and I trust you, Valerie, that you will lead us, sooner or later, in this wonderful, and amazing rollercoaster-story to a happy end.
Thank you so much for this excellent and heartbreaking story, I will be waiting impatiently for the next chapter.
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I loveeeeee this dark story. Please update this soon.
Hey Valerie,
I am excited for the update, but i will read it in a few days. I need some happy and sweet and not sad and dark.
I truly enjoy your story and will follow it to the hopefully happy end.
Hey Valerie, i just read the chapter and boy you were right about warning us it was a sad one.
Especially the end where Tina took Bette in her arms and she finally broke down.
I still trust and hope that you stick to the title and that you will not let us and Bette fall.
It will be interesting to read how you are going to let Bette leave this mess and hopefully start a new life with Tina (and Shane) in Auckland. But that is my wish, maybe you have another end for this incredible story.
Thank you so much for for this incredible story!
I read the post 5 days ago and I’ve been contemplating about it since then. I definitely simpathize this Bette Porter, but I can’t decide for myself wether this is becouse it is still our Bette even if in a different incarnation, or because the circumstances of her life are so that we can’t help feeling pity for this woman. So what do you think, would we still like the main character if it were not Bette Porter ?