Leo closed his eyes. The steel was cold against his jaw. His breath came in short, wet gasps. He pulled the trigger.
He stood up, chair screeching.
Click.
Marta took it. Two hot shells. Eleven left. She put it to her temple again. buckshot roulette
The sound was no different. But her exhale was a shudder. One down. Two safe. Leo closed his eyes
Darius smiled. He held the shotgun like a lover. He looked down the barrel, then pressed the muzzle to his forehead, right between the eyes. right between the eyes. “I know
“I know,” Leo said.