104 You Shot !
Frost was still pacing around in his room, lost in his spiraling hateful thoughts when Ella suddenly barged into his room, with a golden gun in her right hand. Behind her was a ferociously glaring Leon, who seed weirdly excited and expectant for so action.
“Ella!” Frost called her na in a slightly alard tone. He was terrified by her evil glares and by the weapon in her hand. ‘What did she plan on doing with that weapon?’ A thousand scary questions clamored for attention in his thoughts.
“You evil bastard!” Ella spoke in an irked tone. “How many tis have I warned you never to ntion my na? She aid at his thigh and released a shot.
BANG!
“Nicely done!” Leon smirked as he watched Frost reel in pain.
“Ah!” Frost cried out in anguish, as he fell to his knees. He placed his hand on the part of his thigh where Ella had shot and felt his wet sticky blood trickling out. “This can’t be happening,” he shook his head in disbelief. However, the terrible pain emanating from his gun shot injury countered his doubts. “Did she really shoot ?” He raised his bloodied fingers to his face and stared at his blood in panic. “You shot ! You really shot !”
“Yes, I did fool!” Ella replied in disgust. “How does it feel to have a woman humble you in this manner, you lowlife woman beater? Not only were you jealous of my success and an to , but you also treated your family like dirt. You don’t deserve to live! What you deserve is a slow and painful death.”
Although she was repelled by the sight of his blood, she couldn’t take her eyes off his bleeding thigh. She was strangely fascinated and disgusted by the way the blood-soaked up his trouser, as it traveled downward.
Ella wanted to go closer to him but she quickly cautioned herself. She had been taught in her self-defense classes never to underestimate an enemy. She knew that Frost, being a well-built man could swiftly seize the opportunity and harm her.
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Frost looked up at Ella with a darkened expression. His eyes were bloodshot and his breathing was heavy. His body trembled from imnse pain and rage. He wished he was alone with her so that he could strangle her. However, he knew any wrong move he made would only unleash the beast standing behind her. Hence, he decided to plead with her conscience.
“I know you hate so much for everything I’ve done to you. I know that it will give you so much pleasure to watch suffer. I also know that you are kind, gentle, and forgiving. Don’t let your hatred for blind you and make you do sothing you will live to regret. You can’t live with blood on your hands.”
“Shut the f**k up, idiot! You don’t know anything about !” Ella yelled and unconsciously released the trigger.
BANG!
“Good!” Leon chuckled wickedly. His imnse love for Ella skyrocketed as he watched her punish her enemy. It felt as though she was been initiated into his underworld gang. He felt like walking up to her and kissing her for being this brave. However, he decided not to interrupt her until she was done.
Another bullet caught Frost’s left shoulder, sending him falling backward. He screeched in anguish, as his sky-blue shirt soaked up his blood.
“Please! Please!! Please!!!” Frost kept screaming.
Ella was slightly shaken by this. She had not intended to shoot him again. Although she had earlier wanted to empty her gun on Frost, the sight of the mayhem one bullet caused, made her reconsider her decision.
Ella suddenly felt light-headed. Her stomach churned as she watched Frost’s blood ss up his clothes and the floor. Her heart was pounding erratically and she felt a tightening around her throat. She took unsteady steps backward until Leon stopped her.
“Are you alright, my love?” Leon asked tenderly.
In response, Ella gave him the gun and ran out of the room. She ran into the convenience, where she emptied her bowel in one of the lady room cubicles.
Leon, who had followed her all the way, gently stroked her back as she threw up.
When she felt a bit relieved, Leon gave her a bottle of water to rinse her mouth and face.
“How do you feel my love?” Leon asked gently.
“Much better!” Ella replied with her head bowed. She was slightly embarrassed and angry at herself. “Did I kill him?” She looked up, into Leon’s smiling face.
“No honey, you didn’t.” Leon was amused by her question. He stroked her cheeks and briefly kissed her lips. “Although, I wished you did! Frost deserves nothing more or less than death.”
“Why do I feel this horrible?” Tears started flowing slowly, down her cheeks. “I feel like a murderer. I hate myself right now.”
“You don’t have to feel that way, babe. Frost almost destroyed you.” Leon took her into his arms and soothed her. See this as one of Frost’s many punishnts, for all the things he has done to you. Don’t forget, Frost was out to destroy you and he would have succeeded if he wasn’t discovered.”
Ella couldn’t explain why she kept sobbing in Leon’s arms. “Am I feeling sorry for Frost or myself?” She queried her thoughts.
Leon lifted her in his arms and took her to one of his private offices. He sat down on a double couch and tried to talk so sense into his crying wife.
“Ella, you know how I feel whenever you cry. You’re hurting by doing so.” Leon’s tone conveyed the sadness in his eyes. “Frost didn’t show you rcy when his company ripped you off, for five years plus. He didn’t show you rcy when he tried to steal your hard-earned work. He didn’t show you rcy when he planted a mole in your company, in order to bring it down. So, stop feeling sorry for him!”
While Leon was still talking to Ella, he got a call from Sky.
“Boss, what do we do to the squealing chicken?” Sky asked when Leon received the call. “Should we send him to the slaughterhouse?”
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