Page 44 of Savage Throne
Fuck. I hope they’re okay.
Leo’s voice lowered. “Are you ready, Monique?”
I trembled. “Yes.”
“Then, the game begins. . .now.”
Shit.
My heart pounded. Without thinking, I pulled the trigger.
The gunshot echoed across the mountain, loud and jarring in the quiet night.
Fast, the bullet hit dead center on the gold point, a small puff of splinters bursting from the target as it made impact.
There you go.
Relief washed over.
First bullet hits. Now for the next.
I exhaled sharply.
“Good Job, Monique.”
I shifted my stance, already lining up for the second target. It was a bit farther away, but nothing I couldn’t handle.
The later targets would be the ones that would truly test me.
I aimed.
My finger tightening on the trigger, and then I fired.
The bullet flew through the air, hitting the gold point again with precision.
The target shook, and I felt a small rush of excitement as I realized I was doing it—winning this twisted game.
Fuck yes!
Leo chuckled. “The game just hit a minute and you’ve taken out two.”
Get this shit done, girl.
The third target went down just as easily, the bullet striking true. The recoil of the guns in my hands felt familiar now, the power of each shot flowing through me like an electric current.
You’re killing this shit!
I was in control, and for the first time in this whole nightmare, I felt like I might actually win.
Alright. Stay focused.
Each time I hit a target, I imagined the call with Lei—his voice calming my nerves, his reassurance that everything would be okay.
I had to win this.
I had to get that call.
The fourth target went down with ease then the fifth.
