Shot In The Chest, Survival Unlikely

Austyn raised both hands slowly in the air. ‘I’m unarmed.’ Santoro had a pistol in his right hand. Sweat dripped from his face onto Aiden’s. The boy screwed his eyes shut and cried. Austyn looked straight at Santoro. ‘Let him go!’ He had to restrain Deborah, who was shrieking and wanted to go to her son. He calculated the time in his head. Damian’s men must have seen them by now. He just needed to give them sixty seconds to get into position. ‘You wanted to see me,’ he said calmly. ‘Here I am.’ ‘I wanted to see your bloody corpse!’ Santoro roared. He was red in the face and foaming at the mouth. Austyn could see the blue veins popping in his forehead even from a distance. Something was wrong with Santoro. It wasn’t just rage. He was acting all jittery. His hands shook. The muscles in his cheeks twitched uncontrollably. There was a maniacal gleam in his eyes. Austyn suspected Santoro was on drugs. Aiden’s face was turning blue from the lack of oxygen. His mouth was open, trying to suck