A Bastard For The Heir

All Aleena's Fault!

Wayne grabbed Leslie by the cloth and placed the gun around her forehead. "I don't have time for your bullcrap! Are you gonna tell me or I blow her brains off?"

"W. . .What?" Leslie trembled in fear as the cold metal pressed to her head. She never expected that the tables would turn around so quick.

"Honey. . . Andrew, please tell him where she is. I don't like-"

"You can do whatever you want, I don't care!" Andrew cut her off harshly.

"What? Andrew, you want him to kill me?" Leslie couldn't believe her ears.

Andrew hissed and fired a shot at Wayne.

He was just in time to dodge, as the bullet grazed his cheek, slamming into the wall opposite him with a loud bang.

"I can see your skills are still very much at work!" Andrew fired another shot at them.

But this time, instead of hitting Wayne, the bullet hit Leslie in the shoulders and she slumped to the floor in shock.

"Andrew!"

Andrew stored at her, mouth agape.

Wayne took advantage of his shock and hit the pistol right out of his hands.