Before I can even raise my gun, Cora flies out of nowhere and throws herself on Alexander’s back.
“You selfish son of a b***h!” she screams, clawing at his face and his neck. “You ruined my life, you asshole! I won’t let you kill my mother, too!”
Alexander is too busy trying to stay on his feet to remember he has a gun in his hand. He stumbles back and forward, trying to shake Cora off.
Finally, he bends forward and Cora slips. She ramps up to jump on him again, but Alexander raises his arm and cracks the back of his hand across her face.
Cora’s head jerks to one side. She falls to her knees and slides across the tile floor.
“You f*****g bi—” Alexander starts to hiss.
But the first half of the word is barely off his lips when I press my gun to his head and pull the trigger.
No last
