In between love and revenge

Weston villa. Smells of blood and bear lingered in one of the rooms of the village, eruding danger and fear. Mr and Mrs Weston kneeling on the ground helpless, their hands chained, heavily surrounded by assassins, blood all over their bodies. In another room of the villa, the sound of slow heartbeats were barely heard. Two children of about the same age were curled up under the table. Fear could be seen in their eyes, as the loud screams and painful groans from their parents were heard. “Let her go, she has no business with this, it's me ur after," Mr weston groaned in pain. I warned you, but no your we're too stubborn and strong-headed to listen. There's no way out for ur whole family. The masked man smirked emotionlssly from the dark corner of the room. “It's the end of the road for u he added. Honey, don't worry about me, I don't mind losing my life as long as our children are safe . Mr's Weston said with tears on her face. Her voice barely sounded like whispers, each word shattering his heart. He couldn't bear it, His whole family are in this because of him. Enough of the family last moment, the masked man said, standing up from where he was sitting. He was now in front of the couple with a pistol. He handed the pistol over to Weston. "Let's play a game," he smirked, but the sound of falling table interrupted him. Some assassins went to where the sound was heard and there they saw the 6-years old boy standing his right hand and he was left in front like he was ready to let out a blow . He was dragged into the room by one of the assassins, and the masked man smiled. "Well well well, if it isn't one of the Weston's , it's getting interesting, he’s smile became darker. "Let go of my son, Mrs Weston cried out, trying to break free from the chain but it held her down, which led to her earning another whip on the back. "Mum.. the boy cried out, glaring deadly at the assassin who hit his mum. "Let's play a game," the masked man said again, this time he's voice sounding a bit more cold. "What game , Weston said he's voice a bit husky, he could already guess what the game was going to be. “I'v decided to let one of them leave,he said pointing at the mother and son , but….. U have to help me pick,he said and a smile curled up on his face, who ever u shoot the other would be speard. U jerk Weston cursed, he knows he was going to die anyway but killing he’s wife or son was something he couldn't bring himself to do. “U have just 10 seconds , or u all die together,the masked man said and went back to his sit pulling out a cigarette, and it was lighted by one of the assassin's beside him,. He's wife stared at him when the count got to 5 “Shoot me, don't touch my son she yelled at him, Dad shoot me instead th boy cried,let mum live. 8,9,......boom the sound of gun shot rang in the room, the lifeless body of the beautiful Mrs Weston was laying in her own pull of blood. Tears rushed down Weston eyes as he looked at the masked man in regret,u better keep ur promise, hw said before shooting himself on the head, He also fell lifelessly.