The next loud bang that startled the s**t out of me still echoed in my ears as I stared at the lifeless body sprawled on the floor. My hands flew to my mouth, as I tried stifling a scream.
The waiter...no, the assassin, was dead. Shot in cold blood by.. RoughCoin
I turned to him, trembling. And saw him standing there, his gun still in hand. And his expression so unreadable. RoughCoin's face was calm, almost too calm, like he had just taken out the trash instead of a human life.
My stomach churned, and my breath came in shallow gasps.
My chair scraped against the floor as I tried to back away as far as I could get from the man I had foolishly thought might have a shred of decency left. My vision blurred with tears, and all I could think was that I am next.
"Ava .". RoughCoin's voice
