I've Got You In My Sights Novels & Stories

A gun in my hand. The world around me goes silent. My gaze hardens.

I could see resignation and fear lurking in the depths of his eyes. Reaching behind me, I retrieved my gun, brandishing it with deliberate intent. With the barrel resting against his forehead, positioned precisely between his eyes, I witnessed his adam's apple bobbing with a strained swallow. The pressure against his temple caused him to bristle, and the mention of her daughter, Rebecca, triggered an intense fury that surged through my veins.

My panicked gaze flies to the gun lying on the corner. I don't see myself moving, but in the next instance, the gun is in my hands. "Stop!" * *

"If I can't have you then nobody else can. It's only fair, right?" I closed my eyes tightly as I anxiously waited for him to pull the trigger. BANG!

Chasing me. Come and get me. If you think you can.

I reply and he smiles at me. "You know what to do. Take her and the others, kill them." he orders, then walks away. It is there, when I pull out my gun and shoot only one person, while the others aim at me. The shots are heard and I mentally prepare myself to receive them when I shoot a second time at the man who collapses. But, they don't hit me and my sight closes on a human shield carrying shields that only riot police have. I look around trying to process everything and it is Aninka who hands me ammunition for my gun with a smile that shows me how she would never be able to leave me alone.

Pack my burner, my badge, my Glock. If this is going to implode, I want to be front row. Because the whole thing’s cracking. And I just set the first match.

I cleared my mind and made my ears keen. “Are we there yet?” Gugu whined for the nth time. I heard sharp footsteps nearby. I retained my eyes on the ball. I frequently roamed my sight to enable myself to spot any possible threat. I groaned when I bumped on something hard. I raised my sight and found Grip’s back. It was wide and strong like a brick wall. “We’re here.” Grip shattered the silence.

“You are insane. Do you think I wouldn't do it?……she asks, her heart pounding in her chest as she stares at the weapon, her hands trembling as she takes it from him. “Do it,” he insists, his voice low and challenging. The moonlight casting sharp angles on his face. His eyes pierce into hers, daring her to carry out his instruction. Trembling, her finger brushes the trigger, but his large hands circle hers, guiding her aim to his shoulder. “Pull the trigger.”

He ducks, giving me an opening to raise the gun and pull the trigger. **************************************************