After One Night
Her hand tightened on her gunshot wound while she stared up at the scorching sun, hoping for some miracle.
“Hold on tight, Maya,” she struggled with her words as she choked on her own blood.
Fiona knelt down beside her with a smirk on her face. “You know, I didn’t plan on killing you. You were meant to be a slave for my brother’s sexual desires, but unfortunately, you thought you could play Superman, and here you are fighting for your life.”
Maya tried to speak, but her words came as whispers. “What’s that, Maya?” Fiona brought her face closer to Maya’s mouth. “Fiona is the queen and will always win? Yeah, you’re damn right.”