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The club had fallen into a deafening silence. She watched as the bullets fell from Bishop's hand. If they made a sound as they hit the bloodstained carpet, Maddy couldn't hear it. The stripper, lying flat on the stage, gave a shuddering cry that she couldn't seem to hear either. Her eyes couldn't leave where Alamo lay on the floor, dead, the upper half of his torso had fallen through the doorway. Her brown eyes stared at his fancy cowboy boots, dazed and unfocused.
Bishop's hand moved, the prayer beads he always clung to clinking together as he offered his palm to her. Maddy heard that.
"Can I give you a ride home?"
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06 Jun 2026
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Just how Leslie, Gia, Lexi, fez and Jewel(😭) react to Rue’s death 😭😭😭
After I finished the season’s finale the only thing I was thinking was how these people reacted to Rue’s death.
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- Part 2 of Euphoria
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05 Jun 2026
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Alamo Brown's downfall was inevitable, but no one expected it to be brought about by his seemingly most loyal man... Bishop.
Maddy Perez, however, was just one more reason Bishop betrayed Alamo.
Could what was growing between them have any chance of becoming real?
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05 Jun 2026
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Ilyas El Amrani has spent his whole life learning how to leave. Maddy Perez makes him want to stay.
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Bookmarked by Ayuna_93
05 Jun 2026
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“Can I give you a ride home?”
I look up and see Bishop’s hand outstretched towards me. My mind races to check in with my body. The blood on my face is drying and has turned sticky; a good sign I guess. My ears are still ringing from the explosions of the shotgun in a crowded space, but I think I hear a weight to his words that I can’t fully process in the aftermath of this heated moment. I’ll analyze it later. Right now, I just want to be in the safety of his car. Tinted windows down, wind in my face, this place in the rearview mirror.
I manage a small nod, “Yes.” I stir beneath the table I crawled behind to shield myself from the bullets. “You can.”
He doesn’t smile, but I can see the tension in his face ease as he takes my hand.
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04 Jun 2026