19. BURN

Seeing him dropping down on his knees, something churned in her stomach. She felt her heartbeat drop into her stomach. Her hands shook with fear and concern. Something evil and untameable coiling on her guts. Gritting her teeth, she murmured,- "If you die on me, I swear I will burn this place with you".

He smiled painfully clutching his rib's side. His eyes closing tightly as a sharp pain shoot him at the exact place the bullet grazed him. The burning pain shot through the wound as he tightened his hand over his wound.

Narrowing her eyes on the goons she made him lay on the ground. Slipping out the plastic gloves from her pockets she swiftly wore it, and clutched the pocket knife, which she always keeps with herself.

"You don't know what you did." Hissing she smashed the bulky man's head into another one, who was lean and less bulky then the another one. Her hands shaking as adrenaline rushed into her veins.