Chapter 135 The Impact Of One Bullet
- Chapter The impact of One Bullet
- I stood over him, gun heavy in my hand. The metallic weight felt colder than I remembered, heavier too—as if it carried the ghosts of all the lives Wallace had ruined.
- He lay there in a growing pool of blood, his face twisted into something between pain and satisfaction. It was like he didn’t care that he was dying. No, he expected it—welcomed it even.