Naa, bitch.

CAMILLA
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"What the fuck?!" Freddie screamed. In one swift move, he pulled me closer to himself as if he was going to shield me from something.
I couldn't lie, the sound of the gun shot in the air was so loud that it had sent shivers up my spine.

We had just gotten out of the car. We had followed Antonio behind, all the way to this very creepy and lonely road. Freddie did not want to keep going, but I had to continuously beg him.

Freddie released me from his grip and rushed back to the car. I turned to him with a frown on my face.

"Where are you going?" My heart was starting to beat faster. This was no longer a psychological rescue mission, it was a physical one.

Freddie opened the door of his driver's seat before he looked up at me.

"I do not know if you haven't noticed, Camilla. But we might just be walking straight into a gunfight." He replied, before putting his head into his car.

My frown deepened, I could feel the creases on my forehead.

"So you're just gonna leave?" I retorted.

Freddie pulled his body out of the car, a gun followed him. I looked down at the pistol in my best friend's right hand, and up at him.
I could not tell which surprised me more; the fact that Freddie HAD A GUN in his hand, or the fact that FREDDIE had a gun in his hand.
You might not see the difference, but I understand what I am saying.

"And while I think I should really just leave your boyfriend alone, I cannot walk into whatever it is we are about to walk into without a weapon."

We walked and stood beside me in confidence. This was certainly not his first time handling a gun.

"You have a gun? You can use a gun?" The two questions rolled out of my tongue with ease, even though I had tried to hold them back.

He stared down at me with an expression that screamed, "bitch, are you serious?"

"Woman, I was raised in the streets of Crenshaw. I am also a journalist who has ruined the lives of many corrupt American politicians, so yes, I carry a gun and I can use a gun. You wanna save your boyfriend or not?"

Okay. I guess his explanation did make a lot of sense.

"He is not my boyfriend and we don't have time!"

"You said it yourself. Come on, let's go."

Hand in hand, we rustled through the bushes, and headed towards the direction of the sound.

I continued to pray and hope in my heart that we were not too late.

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AUTHOR
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Sarah Holloway did not understand the sound she had just heard. She did not also know why it was Ian's gun who had vapor oozing out of the barrel, and not her father's.

She did not understand why Ian's gun was pointed towards her father's head and why her father's gun fell to the ground, and him along with it.

As Antonio crumbled to the ground, his gun fell to his side and blood oozed out of the back of his neck. Soon, the old man was on the floor, in a pool of his own blood with his eyes wide open.

The world around her came to an abrupt halt. There were no sounds in the room anymore, except the sound of her heart pounding against her chest.

"No!" She screamed at the top of her voice. Sarah screamed as though it would wake her father up, as though it would take her back in time and stop them from trusting Ian.

Yes, she had loved him for a greater part of her life. But she could not help but notice that Ian had changed. Money, power and greed had changed him. After Tommy was born, she realized that the man was no longer in love with her. All he wanted was for her to play her necessary role in the downfall of his brother.

That was why he had encouraged her to return. Sarah had tried to speak to her father, to tell him that she did not trust the man, but her father would never listen to her, for reasons best known to him.

She fell on her knees beside her father and pressed both of her hands to his chest. Her chest burned in pain, hot and bitter tears rolled down her cheeks.

Her whole life was gone. Ian had backstabbed them. She was going to die here and he would only keep Tina alive because her name was the one in Ivan's will. The man had planned it all along!

And she was right. Ian knew from the start that he could not trust Antonio. He was nothing but a pawn on the man's chessboard. Once Ian played his part, he knew that Antonio had plans to get rid of him.

He could never trust an Italian man eager for revenge and hungry for riches. It was a fool's move, and he wasn't a fool.

"Papa! Papa!" Sarah continued to scream at the top of her voice.

"Papa! Papa, please wake up! I need you, papa!"

"Go get the children from the inner room. They need to watch what I am about to do next." Ian ordered. His voice filled Sarah's ears, sending off an alarm in her brain.

She looked up at him with anger in her eyes.

"Why did you do this? Why did you have to do this, Ian? He trusted you! He vouched for you!" Her tears continued to flow uncontrollably.

Ian chuckled. He placed a soft kiss on his weapon of murder.

"That was his mistake. I never trusted him, not even for a second."

"You would not get away with this…" Sarah started to say. Her left hand which was hidden from Ian's sight, started to drift towards her father's gun.

"You would not get away with this, because I swear that I'll end your fucking life!" As she screamed, she caught the gun in her left hand and held it up, pointing it at Ian. Before she could pull the trigger, another gunshot echoed in the air.

Ian drove a bullet into the middle of Sarah's head. He watched the woman fall beside her dead father.

He scoffed.

"Naa, bitch. You wouldn't do shit."