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He chuckled. “That’s irrelevant. Since you’re a lady, I’ll aim for your heart. You deserve an open casket burial without having a hole in your forehead.”
“Aren’t you a gentleman?” Sarcasm dripped from my tongue.
He didn’t respond, only took two steps closer.
Immediately, I took a few steps back. Gulping down the knot in my throat, I couldn’t help but stare at the barrel of the gun. Everything else was a blur, my mind solely focused on his weapon. Did it look like that when it was in my hands?
Did my victims also see it as a beautiful, memorable thing? Possibly, the metal object could be the last thing I saw before he killed me.
The silver metal was surprisingly mesmerizing. It had no scratch marks. It was brand new, made for me to be killed with it. Wouldn’t it be ironic to die by a gun when I’d been so confident about me being one with a gun?
Then, I felt myself losing balance. I stumbled backwards, my eyes narrowed as I shook my head. My lips were dry, and a weird, painful sensation came from my chest. Slowly, it spread throughout my entire body, sending shocks.
Somehow, closing my eyes felt natural. It was the easiest part.
EIGHT
DAVORIN
Everything happened in slow motion.
Ekaterina wasn’t thinking clearly. Instead of trying to take him down, she taunted him with that devilish smirk of hers, as if she’d thought of the best plan in the world. Even from afar, I could smell her confidence, the way she tried to assert dominance even where she wasn’t supposed to. She didn’t have the upper hand, yet, somehow, she wasn’t worried.
Suddenly, her pretty eyes widened. Shock displayed on her soft features, an expression of confusion. As if she couldn’t believe it had happened. As if it shouldn’t have happened. It was indescribable. Not once had she ever made a face like that before.
Slowly, I watched as she stumbled backwards. Her hand flew to her heart, and a small chuckle slipped from her lips. Our eyes met, and she seemed… peaceful, as if she’d expected this long ago. She fell on her back, unmoving. Not a sound could be heard.
The first thought that ran through my mind was that it was impossible. The time seemed to have stopped, and I couldn’t look away. Neither of them seemed to move. She lay there, motionless. I’d hoped to see her chest move up and down, but that didn’t happen.
The most overwhelming feeling took over me, as if someone had poured gasoline all over my body and then lit it on fire. Every inch of my skin, every nerve, every blood cell dripped with anger. It was blinding rage, something I no longer had control over. All of my demons fled from the cage I’d kept them inside for way too long.
All they wanted was to see my destruction. But now that the only reason I was alive was dead, there was nothing more to destroy.
I sprang into action. The assassin bent down, checking to see if he’d successfully killed her. His filthy hands touched the side of her neck, and he was entirely focused on Kaya’s body. He held his fingers there for a moment longer, and it was what I needed. That was my chance.
A bullet flew out of my gun, hitting his dominant hand. I was aiming for his head instead, but the madness made my hands shake. Immediately, he turned around, eyes filled with anger. Though I didn’t allow him to display that emotion to me.
How dare he look at me with that emotion in his eyes?
This son of a bitch had no right being angry. I had no idea what I was doing, except denying the truth.
Ekaterina lay there, her body still. Her chest wasn’t moving up and down, and that was enough for me to fully understand, to actually comprehend the severity of the situation.
She died.
She wasn’t coming back.
The bastard tried pulling another gun with the other hand, but I immediately kicked him in the stomach, watching him as he fell down. Like a predator who had found its prey, I was on top of him within seconds.
My body movement was beyond my control. My fists repeatedly hit his face. Screams and pleas of agony and desperation filled the air, but it wasn’t enough. None of this was enough. A loud crack echoed when I broke his nose.
I didn’t stop there. My hands were wet from his blood, but I continued to slam my fist in his face. Although he attempted to free himself, to push me, he was too weak.
It’s your fault she’s dead.
Those voices in my head had been locked away. For a long time, I managed to keep them silent with medicine, but now they were back, and no medicine was going to help.
It was suffocating.
