Summer
"No!!" I screamed.
Raphael turned around as a man lunged for me. As if I had done it hundred of times in the past, my cold and trembling fingers went around the warm metal tucked carefully between my skin and waistband of my shorts and I held up the gûn, pointing it at the man. “Back off.” My hands were shaking so much. The man laughed and took a deliberate step forward. “I swear, I will shoot you.” I gritted out, my breathing came out in sharp bursts. I moved my hand slightly, tightening my grip on the gûn. I gestured at Raphael as I said, “Let him go or I’ll shoot.”
Pedro smiled, but he lowered his arm. His attention was more fully on me. He waved at the man who had come toward me and the man resumed his steps, coming toward me. I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. The shar
