Chapter 218
He stretched his right arm out desperately across the cold ground. With his trembling fingertips reaching out inch by inch toward the fallen weapon while his father's heavy, crushing hands continued to squeeze the remaining life out of him… but it felt like the gun was so far away.
Oh shit, his fucking hands were beginning to lose their strength. Not now! Not when he still wanted to live. He didn't want to die. He was afraid of dying!
With the desperation of a man who didn't want to die at all, Nico forced himself to inch his blood-soaked, trembling fingertips even further and eventually managed to scrape against the cold steel of the heavy black handgun.
With one final, desperate surge of strength, he wrapped his fingers firmly around the grip. Even though now his lungs were literally screaming for precious air, and his vision had almost completely faded into that scary all consuming darkness, he didn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second.
