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The bullets shoot past Lance without touching him and slam into the wall. Robert charges at one of the bodyguards and a bullet clips his shoulder. Blood soaks his white shirt, but he continues running until one of the bodyguards tackles him to the floor. Lance grabs another bodyguard and twists the man’s arm until he drops his gun. Lance takes the pistol and points it at Francis. “Would you really kill me over a woman?” Francis asks with disgust. “Yes,” Lance answers, leveling the gun at his grandfather’s chest. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt her. Now, let me go. You can’t keep me locked up here until she gives birth. If I’m not back in a few days, she’ll get worried and upset—she could lose the child.” Francis shakes his head and snaps his fingers again. Bodyguards burst through t