And She Was Caught (Completed)

Chapter 27

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

My heart pounded as blood rushed to my head, my lungs felt like two hollow pits - sucking in air to nothingness. Black veils started to cover my vision, limiting what I could see and the rushing sound of blood deafened me as my fingers tingled, numbness settling in.

Fear.

The fear was too intense that I was scared I wouldn't die from the bullet but from the fear. What would it be like to die? Would it be easier? I knew for a fact that if that bullet hit me straight to my heart, the pain would be intense but short, I would struggle for breath as my own blood would choke me, but then there would only be numbness as my heart slowed until it stopped beating altogether.

It felt like the longest one second of my life as I stared at the gun pointing at my chest. Then from somewhere far I heard my sister saying, "Forgive me."

My eyes lifted to see June's face and the resolve I saw there cut through me, deep and clean. The fear was as raw as mine and my heart ached, every cell in my body screamed for me to erase that look from my sister's face. But I was hopeless. I was weak.

I was so focused to her that I could see even the slightest movement of her hand. Maybe I was ready for the pain the bullet would cause as it pierced my skin, I was anticipating the spluttering of blood... I was ready. Surprisingly, despite being terrified, I was too tired of this that I was actually ready for it to end. Maybe this was meant to happen after all.

I jerked my chin, a small movement that indicated my surrender, something June understood. But it was then we all heard the first round of gunshots, somewhere from the building. I assumed it was on the lower floor.

I jumped out of my skin as Alejandro's and his cronies's heads swiveled on the door as though they expected people coming in from there. It was a flurry of actions and I was a bystander, watching it all unfold in front of me. One of the men dashed out of the room as though he received an unspoken command from Alejandro Motreal.

"I didn't expect them to be this early." Motreal was saying and the contradictory calm of his voice was like an icy finger on my back. It just didn't sit well to me that he could remain calm despite the police being here. Of course I assumed it was the police, Jack or Alex, who else would it be?

Before the other man could respond, a gunshot fired inside the closed room and he staggered. His mouth formed an O as his eyes looked down on his chest, where a gaping wound bled because of June's bullet. Then the man fell on the floor, dead.

It could have been me. Or still could be me.

Motreal turned his body to us, an amused look upon his face. How could he remain so calm? June was able to turn the table on our side! "You were always a sharp shooter," he said like it was the most normal thing to say at this point.

June threw the revolver away from her as she took another gun out from the waistband of her pants. But as she did that, Motreal also pulled out his own gun.

Then they pointed it at each other. I knew that it would only be a matter of who could pull the trigger faster. One would drop dead, or two. And if, God forbid, June failed to fire first and Motreal did, those two dead bodies would be of June's and mine.

"Yeah, thank you for teaching me well." June answered Motreal's statement. I trained my eyes at him because he was unpredictable. When would they freaking find us here in this room? I thought frantically, panic seizing every fiber in my body.

"Ah, but this excites me so much. My own spit of blood pointing a gun at me...wanting me dead." My eyes snapped at his face, and I was so wrong if I ever thought he was looking at us in amusement. No, it was more like madness. Pure and unadulterated madness. This man was a puppet of his desire to ruin people's lives.