"You will not escape from my hands spoiled brat. I'll show you! You will not get out of here alive, neither you nor your sisters," shouted the mercenary, trying to pull a fly trap out of his hair. Then, angrily, he grabbed the revolver he had in his waist belt.
Tara, seeing him, fell on him to steal it. He was pulling his hair with rage and he was hitting her from wall to wall to throw her over him.
Tara remembered her father's words and felt omnipotent. Believe that she can do it. She would first disarm him and then save her brothers. She grabbed the g*n on one side, while the mercenary pulled it on the other.
But in their attempt to dominate the revolver, they pressed the trigger. Nothing stands in the way of the bullet. Like a comet, it dissolves everything in its path. There was a l
