The Biker's Claim
Red butterfly chasing my rejected wifepursuing my ex wife isn't easy
he says, and before I can react, he reaches into his jacket, pulls a small pistol, and presses it to his own temple.
“No!” I shout, lunging for him, but the gunshot echoes, deafening in the empty warehouse. Snake’s body slumps to the floor, his eyes wide and empty, a red hole in his head. I stumble back, my heart pounding, my mind reeling. He’s gone. Just like that. And without saying anything about Lily.
“Fuck,” Zero mutters in frustration,lowering his gun. “He didn’t even give us a chance.”
Shadow’s pacing, his face pale. “He was protecting someone. He definitely was trying to protect another motherfucker. But who?” he says, gritting his teeth.