Adrian's POV

I shot the bastard four times, once in his head and the others to his heart.

In my anger, I'd forgotten to silence the gun in my hand. I watched as blood seeped out from different parts of his body.

He twitched uncontrollably and involuntarily.

Per experience, the older house staff hurried the younger ones into more obscure places in the house where they couldn't see what was going on.

Asides my trigger happy self and my gun which was about five bullets lighter, the poor kid who'd fetched it for me stood wordlessly.

“Do I have to call someone to clean this mess up?” I yelled.

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