63|A Little Heated

"You crazy bastard! You really shot me!" Blake howled in anguish as he writhed on the floor, clutching his arm where the bullet had nicked him.

Austin loomed over him, grinning coldly as he watched the once-white sleeve of his brother's shirt turn into a scarlet stream the longer the blood oozed from his wound, "you were right. I can't kill you. But it doesn't mean I can't hurt you."

"You've really lost your marbles!" Blake grunted, grinding his teeth, his entire face contorted in pain. "Don't just stand there; do something!"

"No, brother. I don't have to do shit!" Austin shook his head, a look of sheer contempt in his eyes as he toyed with the gun in his hand, contemplating if he should shoot him again, maybe in the knee this time.

But before he could decide, the office door burst open, and a security team, along with Cindy and Elizabeth, ran inside.

They all took one look at the mess and lost their heads as everyone spoke at once, demanding to know what the hell happened.

"He pissed