McFassy, Fassavoy, McAbender


He couldn’t pull the trigger.


Brandon watched quietly Wesley’s sleeping form. He was so glad to have his little virgin safe at home and back in his bed. After all he’d never forget the sight of Wesley half leaning against that building, half on the pavement, bloody and looking more dead than alive. The fear that gripped his heart was so strong that he couldn’t hold himself on his feet anymore… and while he knelt sobbing on the dirty, rainy pavement he screamed for help, hoping that Wesley was fine…

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