Paolo had been standing before Serena, his body acting as a shield to her frail and trembling physique as they both looked at one another with the wait of where the bullet had met with one of them. But the one to fall had been Marguerite. It was not until her five feet and six inch height fell to the floor that they had come to realize that she was not exactly a quick draw in opposition to Paolo’s allies. Specifically that of George Kelly who now took the pistol down to his side.
“We’re square, boy.” He uttered as Serena let out a sigh of relief, as Paolo looked to his feet, at his sister, who was finding it difficult to breathe with the amount of blood rising in her lungs. She began to cough with this struggle as spurts of her lifeblood left her lips with these attempts.
“Why her?” Sh
