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She slowly pulled the 9mm Luger semi-automatic pistol from her back pocket. At the same time, a car’s headlights illuminated the scene, and Raketa watched as Topor turned his gun from her to Petrov.
Petrov’s eyes widened in the split second when he realized what was about to happen. “What the f—”
Both shots fired hit the frontal lobe of his head, spattering brain matter in the air as Makar Petrov’s body hit the ground with an anti-climactic thud. Which shot had killed him? It didn’t matter. Both Raketa and her uncle could hold their retribution to the evil bastard close.
—:—
Their vehicle came to a stop close enough that Gunner could see Raketa and Topor turn their guns on Petrov, shoot, and kill him while Gunner and Shiv ran toward them.
He heard someone screaming her name, and realized when she turned and looked at him that the voice he could hear was his own.
She threw her gun to the ground and bolted in his direction. When their bodies collided, Gunner lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“He’s dead,” she repeated several times as he stroked her hair.
Gunner reached into his pocket with his free hand, pulled out a phone, and took a photo of Petrov’s lifeless body.
Finish it, the text read that accompanied the photo he sent.
Roger that, answered Striker.
