AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I ducked back down as he opened fire.
BRATTA-TAT!
BRATTA-TAT!
BRATTA-TAT!
He was firing in bursts of three, not full automatic.
Unfortunately, all he had to do was walk around the throne and he would have me dead to rights –
So I took a gamble.
Not much of a gamble, really, when the alternative is certain death.
I crawled on my belly around the top of the overturned throne.
I was expecting the gunman to come around the other side – the bottom of the throne.
If he really was here to kidnap the Widow, he would hold his fire when he saw her –
Which is exactly what he did.
I was already on the other side of the throne when I heard the shooting pause.
That’s when I popped up like a jack-in-the-box and shot him through the left eye.
BANG!
He collapsed to the ground.
In the silence that followed, I checked to make sure the other intruders were actually down for the count.
When I saw one of them twitching, I put another bullet in his head for good measure.
BANG!
Six shots fired from my gun. I had no idea how many bullets had been in the magazine before I started, so I grabbed another pistol off the floor from one of the fallen suits.
Then I hurried around the side of the throne to check on the Widow.
She was peering with wide eyes at the carnage all around her.
She looked tiny and frail – like a doll in a Victorian funeral dress.
“Are you alright?” I asked her.
She glanced up at me and nodded once.
I was surprised to see no fear in her eyes.
Over the years, I’d witnessed several people staring death in the face – often because I was pointing a gun at them. The vast majority had been terrified.
Not the Widow. She just seemed to be on heightened alert – nothing more.
“Thank you, Signor Rosolini,” she said in a croaking voice.
“You’re welcome,” I said –
