"Fuck".

Damon cursed and fell to his knees.

His hands trembling as he tried to stop the bleeding from his groin, but the blood flowing down like a tap made him have a heart attack.

He put a hand up in a stop sign, catching his breath.

"Ma...maybe, we...we ... Can talk about this...huh?"

Antonio stepped forward blankly, towering over him with the gun still pointing at him, his expression cold.

"You touched her with those hands".

He fired the shots again, the bullet hitting Damon's hands this time.

He repeated again and again and again emptying the gun.

Angela was as shocked as she was terrified. She was crying...