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**Nathan's POV** Flashback The gun went off, but I could still hear my own breathing, felt my heartbeat hammering in my chest through the ringing in my ears. I wasn't dead. He didn't shoot me. I turned around to see a bullet hole in the wall behind me and when I turned back I saw the confused faces of Lorenzo's goons, Fernando and Giovanni. Then just as quick as I blinked, I was staring down the barrel of a gun with Lorenzo on the other end looking at me with uncertainty. "Don't make me regret not putting a bullet between your eyes." He said through clinched teeth. "I understand you would do what is best for your family, and that is what I am choosing to do now. Every instinct is telling me to kill you, to insure Phoebe's safety, but that isn't what is best for my future wife in the lo