Page 40 of By Blade, I Love
I clicked my tongue as I shook my head. “Ooh…Mommy’s mad.”
He discreetly moved his fingers into his left pocket, probably to grab a knife.
I was just about to warn Francesca when she fired the gun.
The front of his head exploded from her gun being at point-blank range, and blood splashed all over her cheeks and the front of her shirt.
Warren fell back and hit the floor.
Leo let out a terrified scream and whimpered like he was next.
Francesca stood over Warren’s body and aimed the gun at his face. “Fuck.” She shot him in the face. “You.” She fired again. “You.” Again. “Motherfucker.” She had two more shots left, so she aimed the gun at his dick and fired. The only thing left was the scent of gunfire from her pistol.
Now was not the time to be turned on, butdaaaayyyuuuumm.
“Frankie…”
Next, she turned to her brother, who was still on the floor, and kicked him in the face.
He hit the floor again, his face bloody from a broken nose.
“You worthless piece of shit.” Her shotgun hung in front of her by the strap, so she aimed it before she kicked him again, forcing him onto his back so she could aim the gun right in his face.
I didn’t intervene. Francesca was the judge, jury, and executioner in this instance.
“Frankie…” Leo started to sob. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I would take it back if I could.”
“You can’t. So you’re going to die now.”
“Then kill me.” The tears disappeared as soon as they came because they flowed into the blood that pooled around his nose. “But I want you to know I regret it all. I regret it…so much. Dad—” His voice cracked. “Dad wasn’t supposed to die.”
She continued to hold the powerful gun in her hand. When she fired it, his head would literally explode into chunks. There would be no chance to come back from that. The only emotion in those beautiful green eyes was hate. Ice-cold, explosive, vindictive hate.
If it were me, I wasn’t sure if I would kill him, but that wasn’t my decision.
“You have to believe me.”
“If Dad were here right now, he’d shoot you himself.”
He nodded as he continued to cry. “I know.”
“So now, that responsibility has fallen to me.”
When she passed her judgment, he closed his eyes, not wanting to see it happen.
She didn’t tremble as she held the gun over him, didn’t even blink. She reminded me of myself when I had one of my maniacal episodes, so crazy she was actually calm. She continued to stare down at her prey with pure disgust. In that moment, they weren’t family. He was a traitor to her blood, the enemy who toppled her castle and killed her king.
But to my surprise, she lowered the gun.
She turned it around and slammed the butt right into his face.
He cried out and gripped his face, a new geyser of blood exploding. “Fuck.”
She turned back to Warren and aimed the shotgun at his destroyed visage and fired both of the shots, exploding his head and leaving nothing but a pile of brains and pieces of skull. She looked over her shoulder at Leo. “Get the fuck out. Come back, and I’ll shoot you in the fucking face.”
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