The conference room echoed with the gunman's agonized screams. His entire body trembled violently as Ashley slowly twisted the heel of her stiletto deeper into the fresh bullet wound.
Blood spread beneath his foot.
He wanted to throw himself against the floor from the pain, but every instinct told him that moving would only make it worse, forcing him to stay frozen in place.
Her pistol never left the side of his head, one hand fisted tightly in his hair.
"Name," she said coldly.
The room fell silent.
Several people instinctively tensed, a knot forming in their stomachs. Even Lukas grimaced as he looked at the man's mangled foot.
"Ouch..." Red muttered, his face twisting. "I can almost feel it."
It wasn't just the screams. The sickening sound of flesh grinding beneath the heel made even him uncomfortable.
Khan swallowed hard as he stared at Ashley.
