Python

C H A P T E R 73

Max picked up the biggest tong and smiled, while playing with it. "Let's see... Fingers or toes first ?" He smirked sinisterly as his gaze went from the tool to me. "... I'll show you who's weak."

Before Max could do anything the sound of gunshots resonated from the other side of the basement/building, or wherever I'm held at.

"Untie her!" Max panickly commanded Moscow who acted immediately.

Moscow untied my hands as I looked at Max who got more agitated by the nearing sounds of the gunshots.

The door opened and moustache came in sight but his body dropped to the floor before he could get a word out. Max dragged me from the chair and pulled my to him. My back was pressed against his chest and his arm was wrapped around my neck as he pointed the pistol in my head.

The person who shot moustache must've been close because Moscow picked up the gun on the floor with all the scattered tools. He stood up and immidietly his body also dropped to the floor. The bullet went through his eyes and I couldn't help but feel satisfaction seeing his face bleeding and him on the verge of death.

"IF YOU COME ANY CLOSER I'LL SHOOT HER!" Max shouted and I finally looked at the door.

"Kenny." I whispered in relief.

His clothes were all bloodied up. His gaze intently bore into Max, with his grip tightening around the gun he held.

Max threatened. "If you dare take another step... I'll pull the trigger."

I could feel the cold metal pressed against my head as his arm tightened on my neck. Kenny was about to raise his gun to shoot Max but a hand stopped him.

"Let me handle it." My dad got inside.

"Max let go of your sister, we can talk about this." He calmly told him.

"She's not my sister!" Max spat angrily. "I'm not letting go of her, and I'm not talking about anything... I've been talking for years and nobody listened. Now you wanna talk ?!"

"Whatever issues you have son, we can fix them... don't do this."

"I'm not fixing issues, that ship has long sunked." Max backed away, dragging me along with him. "I said don't step any closer!"

My dad tried calming him down by putting his gun on the floor and raising his hands in surrender. Meanwhile Kenny looked like he wasn't having any of this, he looked at Max with so much anger and his patience was becoming thinner and thinner with each passing second.

"I don't care what you do." Max interjected before anything could be said. "I'm going to kill the bitch, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Max turned off the safety on his gun and before he could pull the trigger, my elbow forcefully collided with his face. His arm on my neck loosened enough for me to get out of his grip. And before I could process anything, a gunshot sound was heard inside the room.

My body stilled before I slowly turned to look at Max and immidietly his body fell down.

"Max!" I screamed as I saw the bullet wound on his forehead. Before I could kneel down to him, four more bullets were sent through his collapsed body.

My body shaking with fear and shock as I looked at the culprit behind this and Kenny just looked at Max's body without any emotion whatsoever.

"Max please wake up!" I cried as I kneeled infront of him.

His pupils slowly dilated, eyelids closing up as I kept shaking his body. "Max please! Please open your eyes I'm so sorry Max please!"

I sobbed hysterically as I tried to get him conscious again. All my senses knew he wouldn't wake up but I was clouded by so many emotions, I didn't care what he did, I just wanted my brother back.