Chapter 8: Fated To Meet
Leander stepped forward not minding the clutters around.
"Tell me who paid you?" Leander pointed his gun at the woman sitting on the floor, covered in her blood. One more bullet in her and she will die.
Her hands holding the gun trembled and she pulled the trigger at Leander.
*Click* *Click*
She pulled the trigger for naught. With disappointment, she dropped the gun in her hand. Her shaking hand rested on the floor. Leander expected panic on her face as she slowly raised her head to look at him.
"There are no bullets left in your gun. But I have plenty left. Tell me..." Leander paused as he met her eyes.
The woman should at least have an ounce of fear on her face. But she was staring right at him, and in her eyes, he saw the same expression.
Courage. But like a flower surrounded by thorns, the courage was supported by hatred.
He knew he cannot get anything out of her if he threatens. He let out a sigh and kneeled in front of her.
His face softened, along with his voice. "That other woman, Viviana... we got her. She is alive, barely. Even if you are dead, we will extract what we want from her. She’s in my hands, and she wants to... She wants to live. Was she the one who gave you lot the idea of killing yourselves after what you did? Well, she does not want to die. But you, dear, you..."
Leander paused seeing that woman laugh. She laughed holding the wound on her abdomen. Blood trickled down in between her fingers.
"Viv’s alive?" she laughed leaning on the wall. "Oh...was right... Oh, tell her... I love her!"