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“I will,” I say, lowering the gun so the barrel is pointed directly at Jack’s knee “After he pays for what he did to my brother”

I haven’t actually shot anybody before I’ve been to the range plenty of times with my brothers We’ve put up those paper cut-outs, solar I kno to airoupit, how to control the backfire

It’s strange ai at an actual person I can see the droplets of sweat along Jack’s hairline, the way his right eye twitches slightly as he glares atHe’s an actual person, despite being a raging douche A to put a bullet in him?

Jack decides that the best way to get out of this is to try to intiy Or maybe he’s just dumb

“You’re not gonna shoot me,” he sneers “You’re just a spoiled little irl like your pussy-ass brother”

Callum, more perceptive than Jack, sees my intention before I even move

He dives for the gun, knocking er

The report is shockingly loud in the enclosure of the kitchen It see us

I miss Jack, thanks to Callu the outside of Calluen’s custom cedar cabinets

Like scarlet ink on white paper, blood soaks through Callu the daht

“I said don’t,” he growls in my ear, furiously

“She tried to shoot er! You dirty little bitch! I’onna—”

“Shut your fucking mouth and keep it shut,” Callum barks

Jack halts in place, frozen in the act of advancing upon , square face looks confused

“If you EVER talk to ain, I’ll empty that clip in your chest”