Silence fell over the room. The music from the club below still thumped, oblivious to the violence above.
He gagged, clawing at the table, his eyes bulging in terror. Within seconds, his limbs went rigid. He slumped back into the booth, a statue of flesh and bone, his eyes screaming in silence. lady vengeance
Thorne stared at her, eyes wide. He reached for the pistol on the table, but Elara was faster. She drew her weapon—a sleek, matte-black revolver—but she didn’t fire. She simply pointed it at his chest. The other men in the room, the accountants and the liars, scrambled for the exits, leaving their boss alone. Silence fell over the room
3/4 (Waltz time)