Bang! ...
David knelt on one leg while clutching the bullet wound in his left abdomen.
The man threw away the nicotine rod and put the gun right in front of David's eyes. "Looks like your naïve nature can't be cured at all. Do you think this will become like a street fight?"
"Cut the bullshit and pull the damn trigger, Steve." David challenged with a smile, even though his expression looked quite difficult to endure the pain from the shot of a bullet from Steve's gun, which is now lodged in the side of his stomach, to be precise is on the left side.
Steve chuckled softly and drew his gun back. "I can't kill you right now. Catty has something fancier for you."
"Why would you want to be that rotten bitch's pet?"
