The gun was directly at his head, I was ready to pull the trigger and his looks could have made me shoot but I kept my cool, not loosening my grip on the gun. I was so taken aback by his relentless nagging.
This boy don change.
Worst, when are we going to stop fighting ourselves over any little things.
I could have shot him dead if I just wasn't patient enough. He kept on nagging about his bleeding nose and I wasn't prepared to either apologize or make empty threats.
Eventually, he gave me a sombre look and quietly went to bed, leaving me alone with my murderous thoughts. I could have killed him!
Snapping the gun on the table, I decided to focus on the task at hand. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the flash drive Massimo had given me earlier.
It felt so cold as what was insi
