Jianna's face twisted with explosive rage. Her hand moved to the back of her trousers, took out a gun and…
BANG!!!
Before Oliver could realise what just happened, a bullet already ripped into his leg.
A raw agonizing scream tore from Oliver's soul. He hit the floor hard, his hands trembling as the pain shot through him. Blood poured out fast, dropping down his thigh.
Jianna watched him… lit up with pleasure.
Her lips curved slowly into a soulless smile. "Oh, Oliver," she purred, her voice soft as she sun the gun lazily around her finger, the barrel still smoking. "Look at you… crying… bleeding…"
She crouched beside him, her face inches from his."…and still so damn gorgeous."
Oliver choked on his own breath, nails digging into the floor as he tried to endure the searing pain.
"You… fucking… monster."
