Chapter Forty Two

Bang!

The sound of the shot going off rang throughout the whole place, making a certain pink head flinch as she watched with parted lips. Smoke escaped the gun that just fired the shot, the hands that held it trembled as the owner stared at the lifeless body of Augustus Rimbro hitting the floor with a thud.

Beside Soralina, Lucian breaths through his mouth, eyes staring with horror at the gruesome murder that just took place. He holds Soralina’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, but what he receives in return scares him even more. A numb Soralina.

Gustav smirks, breaking the long silence that had settled when he starts clapping excitedly, as if the biggest victory just reached him. “Bravo Agatha! You did it! You finally proved that you are indeed a true Russo! A true born of Gustav Russo! Bravo girl!”

And following him, his men begin to clap as well, but all Agatha and Soralina do is stand numb in their spots, unable to break away from this nightmare.

Gustav then glances at Agath