Chapter 119 I Want You, Baby Girl

The goon groaned in pain, clutching his hand as the bullet pierced through it, forcing him to drop the gun. Leah instinctively stepped back, horrified at the sight of his bloodied hand. Then, one after another, gunshots rang out—each one swift and precise. The weapons fell from the goons’ hands as bullets tore through their palms, bringing them to their knees, crying out in agony. The Italian mafia men closed in, landing blows with fists and kicks, taking control of the scene.