Bang!

The muzzle flashed, and the man begging for his life went wide-eyed, a neat blood hole appearing in his forehead. Slowly, he fell backward, staring blankly at the sky.

Jess's hands trembled slightly, but she held the gun steadily. Her voice was cold. "If I had fallen into your hands just now… do you think you would've spared me?"

She trained the muzzle on the remaining men.

She was a beautiful and charming manipulator, yes—but she was no saint.

"Bring it on!"

The men roared and charg