"Son of a bitch..."
Unfortunately, he didn't finish cursing, interrupted by the sound of gunfire.
The gun using small-caliber bullets wasn't loud, its piu-piu-piu sound made him stagger backward.
He tried to steady himself using the side table next to the door, but after being shot in the head, he completely lost control of his body.
Three people entered the room, unloaded all their bullets into his head, and quickly left.
Even small-caliber bullets make noise.
The girl in the room stretched her graceful body and woke from her slumber. She donned a robe, tossed her long hair, and walked into the living room, shrieking sharply with a voice that was peculiarly loud!
A little past eight, Fegar was awakened by his brother.
"For the sake of us being brothers, God, let me sleep a little longer!", he opened his eyes, looking at his brother, face weary.
He had stayed up late too; his mind full of things the past few nights, leaving him sleepless.
