His Bloody Smile | ✓

26 - hesitate

"i hope you get everything you deserve"

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Andrew frantically lifted his right leg and turned around, and I spotted an extra gun tucked into his jeans. Equipping myself with the weapon, I aimed it at Oliver as Christopher came to a stop in front of me, the dagger preventing him from attacking.

"Untie my feet," I said, pressing the knife against his throat, drawing blood, before turning to Leo, "Give me your gun; I will not hesitate to kill you."

When Christopher removed the rope around my feet, I stood up and motioned at him to do the same with my boss. Leonardo gave me his weapon, which I instantly passed to Andrew as his hands were finally freed.

I took a step towards him and ripped the tape off his mouth with a flick of my wrist. He grabbed his chiselled jawline, groaning. Was it wrong that I was dying to kiss him?

"Fucking hell," he swore, "Was that even necessary?"

"It is not painful," I rolled my eyes, "Quit being a baby and cover me, will you?" Tucking away the dagger and gun into my thigh sheath, I seized Christopher and tied him with the ropes on my previous seat.

"Bitch," he muttered under his breath, and I consequently knotted the rope closer to his skin, making him grumble in pain.

"I hope this hurts as much as your nose does," I commented.

When I was done, Andrew held out his hand to help me onto my feet. Aiming our weapons at Oliver and Leonardo, we stood next to each other.

"Kick the guns back to me," Andrew ordered Leo, who obliged after a few moments of hesitation. He slipped them into his shoulder holster and slowly spun his head towards me, "Now what?"

"You surrender," Oliver stated, "Theo is calling for reinforcements as we speak, and there is no way you can beat all of them."

I cursed as I realised he was right; the man was gone. The gears in my mind began turning, trying to figure out a way out of this situation.

"I knocked out most, if not all, of your men," Andrew informed them, "So we are good."

"You really believe I would have my entire crew in a single building?" Leonardo inquired, laughing, "You must think me stupid."

As they bickered over the incoming support, Oliver and I glared at each other; his blue eyes were burning into my soul. Removing the safety from the gun, I held it with my two hands as I rested my index finger on the trigger.

"Shoot me," he whispered, "I dare you." He had a smile on his face as my grip shook with rage. I hated him. I really did. "Come on, shoot me."

This was the moment I had been waiting for; Oliver Boyd underneath my thumb. At my mercy. I could kill him right now, and all of this would be over.

The sound of the discussion between Andrew and Leonardo faded into the background as all I could listen to was Oliver. "Get it over with, you are hesitating."

That was the final straw.

"I do not hesitate," I slowly declared and fired the weapon.

The bullet whizzed through the air and landed perfectly in Oliver's brain, making him fall instantly to the floor, the force of the shot pushing his body backwards.

His eyes were open; my senses returned back to normal as Andrew reached over to me, shaking my shoulder violently.

"What the hell, Sabrina?" he asked, "Why did you shoot him?" I stared at his body as blood poured out of the hole in his forehead, a permanent smile plastered on Oliver's face.