70|Wild Rose

~Rylee~

Footsteps thumped outside. Five or seven, and from the echoes of their shoes against the floor, they carry heavy firearms.

I jumped on my feet when a bullet swept onto the side of my head, missing my ear by two inches. Raging Bull was on his back, holding a pistol with both hands on a pool of crimson bed.

With narrowed eyes, I strolled toward him; his breathing gained speed as I got closer, the toxins breaking out of his liver spreading fast with his fear-laced blood rush. He kept firing his gun with a sloppy aim until the magazine ran out.

The fear in his eyes, knowing his end is coming and will be delivered by me, fired delicious shivers down my spine. Loud pounding belched from the other side of the door. I grinned evilly down at Raging Bull.

“por favor,” he pleaded, eyes hoping for remorse.

“Cosa segura, amigo.” My wicked smile widened. Raising my gun, I shot him point blank. (Sure thing)

I watched life withered away from his fear-filled blue eyes. They turned pale until h