Hypocrites.
When their boss tried to killed Jenna, they remained hiding. Now that Jenna returned the favor, they filed out like homeless rats, guns, long and short, pointed at her by big and brooding men.
They didn't even consider her age and size. Bullies. Jenna fumed at the injustice.
"I said, drop the weapon!" Scarface repeated.
"Or what?" Jenna's finger rested on the trigger, ready to fire if that idiot dared to annoy her.
She recalled his face the most among De Warden's men. In her previous life, he had been the one to order the hounds' release. He watched with excitement in his eyes as she was torn apart.
More than anything, Jenna wanted to put a bullet hole through his skull, and the more he opened that disgusting mouth of his, the stronger her urge to kill him.
"Last—"
