Howdy tu guardaespaldas

Your bodyguard, the person you thought would protect you and your loved one, is now pointing his gun at you.

"I hope you can forgive me. I really had no other choice."

Howdy spoke, holding his gun pointed at your head, finger on the trigger. His brow is furrowed slightly with pain and regret as he sees the expression on your face. You're waiting for you to speak

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