
"No!" beatrice screamed when she saw her husband's body collapsing near Alex's feet.
Jonathan had just jumped in front of Alex and brushed off the gun in Nathan's hand, just before it barked aloud. His shoulders were covered in blood, red and thick. The bullet that was supposed to be lodged in his son's head now hollowed out his shoulder. But he has no regrets at all. If this whole mess could be resolved by his death, then he would gladly accept it.
"You really want to be a hero to your son, don't you?"...