“LOUIS, WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU??!! YOU NEVER GET HIT BY BULLETS! WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?”
“Quiet, Alfreda. You’re too loud” Louis groaned.
“Too loud….? TOO f*****g LOUD LOUIS?! Someone better tell me what happened or else…..”
“Miss Alfreda, the boss isn’t feeling too well. It’s best to return later” Solomon intervened. Alfreda glared fiercely at him and he backed away. Louis sighed on the couch while Kit fixed her arm up. The bullet had already been removed and the skin was fixing itself back at a slow but visible rate. The others stood around her, staring as she lay injured on the couch.
Louis’s sense of self-preservation was strong. She could avoid a bullet if she wished. For her to get injured by a bullet, if they didn’t see it, they wouldn’t believe it. The biggest questio
