“Emmalyn's POV”
Wrapping one hand around his mouth and the other hand on his head, I twisted his head making him unconscious on the spot.
Without making a sound, I pulled him effortlessly at the back of the wardrobe and took the gun from his hand.
As I held the gun and pointed it towards the goons, suddenly, I felt my hands quivering. This would be the first time I was trying to fire a gun.
At this point, I doubted myself whether I would be able to attack someone.
I knew there would be no escape unless I shoot, as their lives would be nothing for themselves. However, I tried to test it, “hands up and drop your guns.”
Hearing my words, they both snapped their heads towards me. Looking at the expression on their faces, I could say they had no means of stopping.
One amongst them li
