chapter 67

“Move a bit, and I'll blast your damn brains out! Try me!” She screeched, as she switched the gun back and forth on the both of them.

“You shot that dart,” Quincy said, his jaw clenching.

“I did!” She replied fiercely, repositioning her fingers carefully on the gun.

“Why?” Scott asked, his brows furrowing.

She laughed, “I doubt you'll know. Yeah, that's how you rich people always are.”

“You doubt I'll know?” Quincy asked.

“Because no one else matters. Yes, you can never know what you did.” She said, nodding her head, making her auburn curls bounce.

“Drop the gun. Do you know what you did?” Scott hissed.

“I intended a car press to press him flat, and have him as flat as my mat!” She hissed, and Quincy stormed towards her, his anger taking over.

“Do you know how much…”

“Quincy!” Scott shouted.

“...I got scared? Do you know how hard it was to breathe?”

“Stop! I'll shoot! I said, step back. I will shoot. Hey, I'm telling you I mean it…”

“Quincy, stop it!” Scott made to grab Quinc
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