Adriano

Beauty was sobbing hysterically as she called for an ambulance, her hands covered in her son’s blood.

“If my son dies, I will make you pay for this!” she threatened through her tears. “I will kill you myself!”

“Well,” I sneered, now pointing my gun at her terrified face, “only someone who’s still breathing can take revenge. Maybe it’s time for you to join my beloved mother six feet under.”

“NO! Please, I don’t want to die!” Beauty ...