I held the piece of metal tightly, muzzle against his chest.
You can do it,Aranza, you were born for it.
My finger tightened on the trigger,my eyes fixed on it.I breathed in. I lifted my eyes to black ones, his eyeballs darting across my lips.
Damn.
Since I got to Miami, I knew this time would come,I was actually looking forward to it.To pulling the trigger and end the son of a bitch once I found him.it was destiny.But three months of Miami taught me one thing. I could kill,yes, could I pull a trigger?tots! I grew up on it.And I could do it to anyone,........
Anyone but him
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.