Bang!
Bang!
The deafening sound of gunshots tore through the air. Two bullets pierced the man's chest with brutal force. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stumbled back, clutching the fresh wounds, blood blooming across his shirt like dark roses.
With the last ounce of strength, he lifted his head—only to meet the cold, furious eyes of his shooter.
It was Grandpa Luther.
The man's lips trembled. He barely had time to process how grandpa luther was able to shoot him before Grandpa raised the gun again, his voice firm.
"I told you," Grandpa snarled, his finger steady on the trigger, "no one touches Carlos—let alone dares to shoot him."
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Three more bullets found their mark, each one slamming into the man's chest. He crumpled to the ground, lifeless before his body even hit the floor.
The silence that followed was deafening.
