My whole body shakes. I'm scared, so scared. Why doesn't he pull the trigger?

The gun against my forehead starts to shake a little and when I open my eyes to look at the man that calls himself my father I see tears rolling down his cheeks. 

Both his hands are shaking and after a few seconds, he lowers the gun and takes a step back.

I exhale, closing my eyes again.

'Are you sure?' Tristan claps his hands. 

'Last chance!'

'I can't do it. He is my son.' My dad says, dropping the gun onto the ground.

Present-day Elizabeth's POV

I'm speechless... How can a fourteen-year-old boy live through that and not be traumatized for the rest of his life? If my dad would've done that to me, I would've never spoken to him again.

'Are you ok?' I move a little closer to Shawn as he wipes his tears away.

'Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.' He says.

He smiles at me with tears in his eyes and my heart melts. All the anger I was carrying towards him disappear and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. 

He holds me tight against his body and I realize how much I've missed him.

He pulls away and his big hand rests on my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. 

I press my lips on his and taste the faint taste of alcohol in his mouth. His tongue moves against my lips, begging me to open my mouth. 

I open my mouth and his hot tongue slides inside, letting fireworks explode in my head. 

Everything about him still feels the same, maybe even better.

'I'm not finished yet.' He pulls away.

'Ok.' I nod and keep my distance from him again.

He rubs the palms of his hands over his knees. I've noticed this is something he does when he's nervous.

'What is Three's real name?' I ask.

'I can't tell you that.'

'Why not? Are you working for him?' I frown, smiling a little.

I hope I'm wrong...

Shawn just looks at me, not saying anything. I'll take his silence as a "yes".

Is he seriously still working for a drug lord? How can I date someone who's involved in the drug world? I'm a well-respected attorney, I can't be caught up in his mess.

'I will tell you about the night Adam Wolff died.'

Flashback Shawn's POV

I just got off the phone with Camila. One week until her graduation party in Amsterdam. I don't want to go. I don't like parties... they're always so loud.

The week passes quickly and the day before the party I get a call from Tristan.

'What are you doing tomorrow?' He asks.

'Not much I guess. I was thinking about going to a friend's party.' I respond.

Besides Tristan's psychotic side he seems like a nice guy. Besides the time he almost got me killed by my own dad, he was always nice to me. Besides the time he almost kidnapped Aaliyah because I didn't show up to his "meeting" he seems like a pretty good friend.

'I need you to go there.' He says.

'Why?'

'Come on man! You're twenty-two years old. You need to live a little, have some fun!' He says and I chuckle.

'I don't know...'

'Just go. When you're there I need you to do one little thing for me ok? Don't worry, it's not going to ruin your night.' I hear the smile in his voice.

Boy, was he wrong...

The next evening I pull up at the big mansion where Camila is holding her graduation party. I can hear the music coming from the mansion and a lot of people are already drunk, laughing outside in the front yard. 

Niall is standing at the top of the short flight of stairs, leading to the front doors.

'Mendes!' He shouts, wrapping his arm around my neck.

I chuckle and he drags me inside. A random half-naked guy hands me a red cup and I take a sip. Damn, that's strong! My head spins for a moment and I laugh. 

Niall drags me around the mansion, making me talk to a lot of people. 

I kiss a girl who's probably as drunk as I am and walk away to the room full of beer pong tables. 

My phone rings and I pick up.

'Yellow!' I yell.

'I need you to tell me if Adam Wolff is at Camila's party.' Tristan's serious voice says over the phone.

'Who's that?' I mumble.

'I'll send you a picture. You might have talked to him before.' He says.

My phone buzzes and I look at the picture Tristan sent me. Yeah, I recognize him. Didn't know his name was Adam Wolff, but I've seen his face before.

'I will call you-- no. I will text you when I see him.' I frown, feeling my tongue tingle when I talk.

'Let's play beer pong!' Niall shouts, jumping onto a chair next to Camila.

'I'll play with Camila.' I say.

'No! You'll play with Adam. I will play with Niall!' Camila shouts over the loud music.

I put my thumb up and look around, searching for Adam. 

Hey! That's the name Tristan just told me! I smile. 

I see a guy with a friendly face walk up to me and he smiles. Yup! That's him.

I forgot I told Tristan I would text him so with my drunk head I decide to call him.

'Who's this?' I ask when Tristan picks up.

'You're the one who called me Shawn.'

'Yeah.' I laugh. 

'Anyway! Adam Wolff. Playing ping... ping? That's a fun word.' I chuckle.

'I'm playing ping pong-- No! Beer pong with him right now!' I shout over the phone.

'How many tables away from the window on your right?' He asks.

I turn around again, looking at the other side of the room. What is right again? This is left... I stare at my left hand. This must be right...

'Second table. Right window. Blue jacket.' I say.

'Why tho?'

'Nothing important, just have fun, Seven.' Tristan says before hanging up the phone.

I put my phone back in my pocket and shrug, focussing on all the cups of beer in front of me.

Seven? Why did he call me "Seven"? He only calls me Seven when I'm doing a job for him... 

Ah, it's probably nothing...

'You guys suck!' I shout at Camila and Niall when Adam throws a ping-pong ball in one of their cups again.

'You...' I wrap my arm around Adam's shoulders. 'Have some sick talents.' I smile and we both start to laugh.

'New ping-pong balls?' A different half-naked man says, holding up a tray of orange ping-pong balls.

'Heck yeah!' Niall grabs a handful of them and focuses on one of the cups at our side of the table.

Niall brings his arm back behind his head and I see the small ball fly through the air, landing perfectly in one of the cups in front of us.

'Drink! Drink! Drink!' Niall, Camila and I shout at Adam.

He grabs the cup and drinks it down all at once. We throw our hands in the air and cheer. 

I watch Adam as his eyes roll back in his head. All of a sudden he collapses onto the ground. Niall and Camila laugh, but I feel that something isn't right.

'Stop laughing.' I whisper, but they can't hear me.

I look at Adam. He is not standing up. He is not opening his eyes. I get down on my knees next to him pulling at his shoulder. This is not right. He was just laughing... I turn around and look at the window.

Tristan.

The music stops and a couple of girls start to scream. I grab Adam's wrist and search for a pulse, but nothing... I feel nothing. He's not even breathing...

Camila and Niall run away, along with the other hundreds of people at this party. There are a few girls passed out on the ground and the guy in the corner is probably asleep.

The whole mansion is empty within three minutes and I try to wake Adam up. 

He can't be dead. This cannot be happening. I hit him in his face, pushing on his chest like I always see people doing in movies.

The sound of police sirens start to fill the mansion and I know someone called the police.

'Get out of there.' Tristan texts.

I ignore his text and keep trying to wake Adam. 

He is dead... he died because of me... 

I killed him. 

Two police officers grab me by my arms and pull me away from Adam's body. I start to panic, it can't end this way... I hit one of the officers in his face with my elbow while I push the other away with all the power I have left.

'Hey!' One of the officers yells.

I try to run away but the whole world starts to spin. I stumble, trying to get away, but someone puts his foot in front of mine and I fall to the ground. 

Seconds later the sound of handcuffs closing around my wrist sound overwhelming. I start to cry, traumatized by what I just experienced. 

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