My hands were shaking as the bullets passed over my head.
"Don't you dare speak of my father you ratchet w***e!" she screamed angrily. Even if my plan hadn't gone exactly like I wanted it to, this was a great opportunity to at least get a clear shot at her.
"Our father!" I screamed back, pouring salt in the open wound. Alexandra loathed that we were sisters, I could hear it in her voice. And I loathe it even more than she does so I understand her rage.
A frustrated shout left her lips and more bullets flew by. But when they suddenly stopped I realized that she was reloading. This was my chance! Alexandra must have been so blinded with rage that she didn't pay attention to how many bullets she was firing.
I quickly shot up behind the counter and aimed the gun directly at the
