Vicky avoided eye contact with Tyler and refused to move.
Tyler sneered. "Very well, Vicky. I hope you won't regret your choice."
She kept her head bowed, not daring to meet his eyes.
Just then, Harvey suddenly shoved Vicky to the side. "Vicky, watch out!"
A deafening noise of a gunshot echoed in the air, and before she could register what had happened, she felt blood splashing onto the back of her hand and looked up abruptly to find a gun in Tyler's hand.
Both Harvey and Vicky were being held at gunpoint, and smoke oozed from the pipe.
Realization dawned on her and she immediately turned to look at Harvey. He covered his arm with one hand; blood oozed from the gaps in his fingers.
Had Harvey not pushed her out of the way, she would have been the one who was shot.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "You..."
"Since you've chosen to be my enemy, I see no reason for me to hold back," Tyler said mercilessly.
'Enemy?' She thought. 'That's right. Harvey is his enemy, and since I've cho
