Saved by him

Freda's POV

I sat there, scared for my life, and Andre pointed a gun at my head. There had been a lot of gunshots and everywhere was tense. What was going on? I could not help but ask in my head. I could not think of anything else but the fact that a gun was pointed at my head at that moment.

“You want her, right? Come and get her!” He yelled out, and immediately I knew he was talking to Hardin. Not long after, the door broke down, and my gaze fell on Hardin, holding his gun as he gave Andre a fierce look. I heard Andre chuckle as he pushed my head with the tip of his gun. Tears rolled down my eyes freely as I watched him. He wanted to move closer rapidly, but Andre's voice made him stop midway.

“If I were you, I wouldn't do that,” Andre said in a low tone as he moved forward still pointing his gun at me, and Hardin immediately lowered his gun.

“Put it on the floor and kick it to me gently,” Andre commanded and Hardin, with a frown on his face, grunted lowly as he bent down slowly, dr