The shot rang out, deafening. Perhaps, if it had been a simple ordinary gun shot, not accompanied by mental strength, Simon could have been saved. But the Mercer matriarch was determined to kill the man that had brought her shame and ruin.
She added mental strength to force the speed of the bullet, while firing three more shots. One caught Simon in the middle of his chest. He collapsed, blood pooling beneath him. Screams erupted as three other family members fell, wounded by the three stray bullets.
Chaos consumed the hall. Enforcers and guards surged forward, relatives shrieked, and Sienna stood rooted, her mind racing. Her personal guards were already flanking her, weapons raised in the direction of the Mercer matriarch.
Meanwhile, the Mercer matriarch's face was twisted with madness, her gun still smoking. One of the enforcers wrestled her to the ground, her sudden shrieks echoing like a banshee's curse.
