Ode to Love...Part two. She sauntered over, smiling, graceful, beautiful. I pulled my Beretta from it's holster, one through the heart, one through the head, not taking any chances, I had seen that look before. — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
“With his left hand Victor pulled the Beretta from the back of his waistband and pointed both guns at the doorway, one in each hand. Not so good for aiming accurately but he needed the extra stopping power if he… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
