The breath was knocked out of her as pain shot through her ribs, but she barely had time to react. His fist collided with her stomach, sending her to the floor. The weight difference between them was impossible to ignore. Still, she refused to back down, striking out with her legs, trying to close the distance. She had none, but he had a gun. The mercenary's hands were already at work, clearing the jammed weapon and aiming from the hip.
Boom! The shot hit her chest like a freight train, her body jerking backward and slamming into the ground from the impact. Her brain buzzed with shock, her muscles spasming as she tried to crawl away instinctively. Every breath felt like knives in her lungs, but she forced herself forward, dragging her body, one hand pressing against the wound as her vision blurred.
The mercenary's boots crunched against the debris on the floor as he followed her, savoring the moment. He aimed again, his lips curling into a sadistic grin.
