Shoot Him, Not Me! | Write To Rank

4. I only love one woman...and several guns.

Despite her limited mobility, Elaine didn't hold back. The one closest to her was the first to feel the force of her attack. With a powerful kick, she struck his chest. Stumbling backward, he crashed into a stack of crates and brought down two others with him.

The second captor, though startled, managed to draw a concealed weapon, but Elaine was quick to react. She twisted her body, flinging the debris of the broken chair at him. His bullets barely missed her and she charged at him, using the pieces of wood still attached to her limbs to her advantage.

Elaine thrust her bound wrists forcefully into his face. The impact disoriented him and one bullet grazed her thigh before the firearm clattered to the ground. Quickly snatching it up, she opened fire on the three attackers she had initially targeted.

A vice-like grip seized her shirt, slamming her against the unforgiving wall. Elaine's anger flared, and she let out a defiant growl and aimed at his foot. His agonized cry filled the air as he crumpled to the ground, releasing his hold on her. She aimed for his forehead.

"Headshot," she whispered, watching his new wound bleed as he stilled.

She fired more rounds, but this time, her shots went astray, narrowly missing the final remaining attacker. The gun was empty. Her jaw ticked, and her eye twitched. This was taking more time than she would've liked.

"Tsk," she scowled, charging at him. When he swung his knife, she slapped him with the gun. His blade clattered to the ground after grazing her side but that didn't deter him as he punched her weapon out of her hold and pushed her against the wall. "Fuck!" Her skull throbbed and she screamed out in frustration. "You motherfuckers ruined my date and now you made me cuss!"

The man frowned but didn't loosen his hold as she buckled. He lowered her down and was about to secure her arms behind her when the back of her head struck his nose. His eyes watered and he groaned, cupping his face and trying his best to hold her down with his lower half. His sloppy hold loosened as she twisted around and brought her knee up so hard he crumpled to the floor beside her.

Grabbing the knife, Elaine rid her sore and bruised limbs of the annoying restraints, drove the blade deep into his neck, and then stumbled up.

Her blood was beyond its boiling point, and she hoped her suspicions were wrong. She didn't want to kill the love of her life just yet.

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Elaine stormed out of the room, her head throbbing from the blows she had received. But more than the physical pain, it was a consuming wave of unexplained anger that coursed through her veins.

Glaring at her surroundings, she absorbed every information like a sponge. 

There were plenty of doors. Yet, no exit so far. Cobwebs, cracked paint, skittering rodents, and sounds of whirring machines. The mechanical noise grew louder with each step and her suspicions were confirmed when she burst through the entrance.

Money laundering.

The room she entered was a stark contrast to the dilapidated corridor she had traversed. It was a hub of illicit financial transactions, where stacks of cash were counted and sorted with ruthless efficiency. The air was thick with the acrid scent of ink and paper, and the walls were lined with shelves of neatly organized ledgers, each one detailing the flow of unlawful funds.

Men and women bustled about, their faces hidden behind surgical masks. She could feel the eyes of those present turning toward her with a mix of surprise and apprehension. The tension in the room was palpable. Elaine's presence was an unwelcome intrusion.