Chapter 158 The Last Bullet

• It was supposed to be the end. The pain, the blood, and then death—those were the only things Britney thought she’d have to face. But as the gunshot echoed, two more followed. Penelope’s intentions had been brutally clear. She wanted Britney dead, shattered to pieces. But something went wrong.
• Yelling, Britney dropped to the ground, bracing for the hail of bullets that never came. The first shot had been so poorly aimed it hit the wall. The second and third weren’t Penelope’s doing. She was already crumpled on the floor, curled into a ball, her knees drawn to her chest. The gun she had held minutes ago now lay a few inches from her, blood trickling from her hand.
• Brandon was still on the bed, his chest heaving as he mumbled incoherently. Britney peeked out from her crouched position, her mind racing. She was supposed to be dead—but she wasn’t. Slowly, she lifted her head, her vision sharpening just enough to see the silhouette of an elegantly dressed man stepping through the doorway. His face twisted in disgust, and before she could fully process what was happening, he tossed his gun to the floor with disdain.