Status: Completed :)
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked
XXVII.
"I don't have it!" Bryant yelled. He cowered in front of Molly, shaking hard with fear when she pressed the end of the gun to his sweaty forehead. "Molly, I-I swear I'll get you the money. I'm your brother, you can trust me."
Molly stared at him coldly. "I can't trust anyone," she whispered. She flicked the safety off on the gun and curled her finger around the trigger. But before she could carry through, Zacky jerked her hand away, sending the gun clattering to the floor.
"Fuck you," she hissed. She bent down and picked up the gun as Zacky's phone began to ring. He answered it and soon his face turned white. "What the fuck is your problem now?"
"The guys have been arrested."
Molly stared at him coldly. "I can't trust anyone," she whispered. She flicked the safety off on the gun and curled her finger around the trigger. But before she could carry through, Zacky jerked her hand away, sending the gun clattering to the floor.
"Fuck you," she hissed. She bent down and picked up the gun as Zacky's phone began to ring. He answered it and soon his face turned white. "What the fuck is your problem now?"
"The guys have been arrested."