My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was betting Jordan wouldn't fire at me.

It was my first guess.

Yet, at the same time, I sensed that Jordan would make an unexpected decision. There was no way for me to dodge this bullet.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

Before I could figure out what to do, Jordan fired another shot in an attempt to hit Evan's other leg. Bright red blood stained the floor. Evan had no choice but to use his hands to support his body. Perhaps he was afraid of angering Jordan further, so he bit his lips hard to avoid making a sound even though his entire body was trembling. Even the veins on his forehead were visibly throbbing. Jordan's eyes were red with fury. He slowly cocked his gun away from Evan and toward the heavily injured Hendrix instead.

I had to put a stop to all this!

With no time to think or second-guess my decision, I quickly locked my gaze onto the gun in Jordan's hand.

The next second, I grabbed his hand and pulled it with all my strength. I aimed it at my left shoulder and used Jordan's finger to squeeze the trigger on the gun.

"Bang!"

bullet pierced through my flesh. It felt like a thousand burning needles were ripping through my flesh at the

I couldn't control my response anymore. My body felt like it wasn't mine as I felt my consciousness slip away and I started to lose

though I knew the shot was not fatal,

was looking

concerns anymore. I let myself

felt someone wrap their

that I was still alive. Immediately, I struggled to open my eyes. Judging from

moved my

Soon after, I started to be more conscious of the stinging pain in my shoulder. The

I won the bet.

What about Hendrix?

and clenched my jaw through the pain as I tried to stand stretched one leg out,

Was Hendrix dead?

Hendrix, he would not have let me live

with hatred. "I live for him. If he is dead, there is no reason for me to stay alive anymore. You can save me