He didn't want to just shoot Aurora—he wanted to turn her into a bullet-riddled corpse right in front of Everett, make him feel what it was like to lose the person he cared about most.
After all, those brothers of his had fought and bled with him—they were like family.
In a flash, Everett yanked Aurora behind him, shielding her with his body as the bullet tore through his left shoulder. The pain drained the color from his face.
"Everett, are you insane?!" Aurora screamed, catching him as he staggered.
"Ohhh, how touching," Garrett sneered. "Looks like you're the real deal. A true romantic, huh? Well, since you're so in love, I'll grant your wish—I'll make sure you die for her. But not yet. First, I'll break you. Then… I'll let you watch while your woman goes from fighting me to begging for more… hahahaha!"
He laughed viciously, raising the gun again—this time aiming at Everett's right shoulder.
He had already shot the left—now he wanted to destroy the right.
