A Molotov cocktail.
A large glass bottle with liquid inside and a rag stuffed into the neck.
I could smell the gasoline fumes from here.
He’d already lit the cloth. The Zippo lighter was still in his right hand.
As soon as I stepped forward, the movement drew the two thugs’ attention.
They looked over at me in almost comical shock.
By then, my finger was on the trigger.
“DOWN!” I shouted.
It wasn’t for the men. It was for Lucia and Bianca –
Who both dove to the floor as I opened fire.
BLAM BLAM!
I hit the gunman with a double-tap to the chest.
He went keeling over backwards.
The other guy looked down at his buddy in shock.
“Back out of the shopslowly,”I ordered him.
He looked at me –
And pure hatred twisted his expression.
His arm reared back to throw the Molotov cocktail.
If he hit the wall behind Bianca and Lucia, they would get covered in flaming gasoline.
I had no choice.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!
His torso exploded with red.
As he fell backwards, the bottle slipped out of his grasp.
The glass shattered on the hard tile floor –
And an orange fireball exploded into the air.
Lars had told us once that gasoline didn’t just burn – it vaporizedquickly.
Now I saw what he meant.
Flames roared up to the ceiling.
The heat blast felt like an oven.
An entire rack of dresses caught fire as burning liquid spread out across the floor, engulfing the twoCamorrasoldiers’ bodies.
