Revenge of the Abandoned Billionaire

Chapter 87

A POUND OF FLESH

Caleb had reacted in a moment of blind fright. His fidgeting index finger pressed on the trigger - just as swiftly as Carlos had taught him to do: "If someone aimed a gun at you, shoot first without waiting to be killed."

It was precise and accurate; directly on the forehead. Brutus was dead even before his body crumbled to the wooden floor.

There was a moment of complete silence in the living room. Carlos who had taken position behind the sofa where Pedro had slept on, slowly uncurled to his feet with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. He kept staring at the hideous slender figure of Brutus as it sprawled across the doorway. The dark sunglasses he wore now hung suspended on one side of his ear. His gun had swept under the centre table when it fell off his hand.

Then he darted his eyes to gaze at Caleb.

"You have outdone yourself for a first-timer."

Caleb swallowed nervously. He looked at the revolver in his hand and began strolling to stand by the window look