fist.
But the crowds at that moment were stronger. As I stumbled from the woman’s bump, I got swept further into the frenzy. I tried to push back but I kept getting jostled before I could regain my balance, leaving me feeling even more confused.
My heart was in my throat. I pushed against the screaming people, only focused on trying to find Liam again. God, who would be shooting in the middle of the street in the heart of the financial district? It was insanity! This was going to be so highly publicized. What kind of murderer would want his murders to be witnessed by so many people?
But quite suddenly, I felt the crowd around me all disperse. In an eerie, almost synchronized manner, I found myself exposed out on the middle of the street. I looked up towards uptown and saw a man in a black suit, different from the first man I saw, standing directly opposite me on the street.
And before I could even think to jump to take cover, the man aimed his gun and fired.
“Sophia!”
Screams echoed in my ears as I felt myself stumble backwards. Initially, I breathed a sigh of relief. He had missed. Thank god.
But then I felt myself falling. Falling.
I looked up, not realizing I had even closed my eyes, and saw Liam above me, holding me in his arms.
And then, it hit me. A hissing, burning pain that radiated from my left side. “Oh fuck!” I gasped as my shaky hands reached towards my middle. I felt something warm and wet.
Looking down, I saw my hands covered in dark red blood.
I had been shot. I was dying.
“Liam,” I said, already feeling the chill of death. My body shook and my muscles twitched and tightened in its death throes. “Liam.”
Liam looked down at the wound. His jaw tightened as he saw the blood pouring over my hands, completely soaking the dress I wore. I could even feel the wetness on my back as the blood completely soaked the fabric of my dress.
Holding me with an arm around my back and a hand on my head, he gently lowered me to the ground. My vision was already beginning to spot. God, I was going fast. But even in the spotty vision, I saw the two black suited men walking up behind Liam, guns drawn. They were coming to finish the job.
“Liam,” I gasped, trying to warn him.
As soon as he laid me down, he looked up.
If my heart weren’t already erratically beating, it would’ve once I looked upon his face.
This was no longer Liam. Possibly no longer human.
His jaw was rigid and clenched tight. His expression visibly darkening, an aura of blackness growing around him like a cloak. His green eyes burned like fiery emeralds, the fury and power within them clear and potent.
His shoulders, still hunched over me, tightened and seemed to broaden. His whole body seemed larger and more terrifying in its strength and promise of destruction.
“Stay here,” he said, his voice nearly a growl.
“Liam,” I breathed, trying to warn him about the gunmen but not able to get enough air into my lungs. “Don’t.”
He put a hand on my forehead. His hand was so large, it could easily palm my entire head. “Stay,” he said again.
I squinted to keep my vision from blurring. I watched as he slowly rose and turned around.
The two men lifted their
But the crowds at that moment were stronger. As I stumbled from the woman’s bump, I got swept further into the frenzy. I tried to push back but I kept getting jostled before I could regain my balance, leaving me feeling even more confused.
My heart was in my throat. I pushed against the screaming people, only focused on trying to find Liam again. God, who would be shooting in the middle of the street in the heart of the financial district? It was insanity! This was going to be so highly publicized. What kind of murderer would want his murders to be witnessed by so many people?
But quite suddenly, I felt the crowd around me all disperse. In an eerie, almost synchronized manner, I found myself exposed out on the middle of the street. I looked up towards uptown and saw a man in a black suit, different from the first man I saw, standing directly opposite me on the street.
And before I could even think to jump to take cover, the man aimed his gun and fired.
“Sophia!”
Screams echoed in my ears as I felt myself stumble backwards. Initially, I breathed a sigh of relief. He had missed. Thank god.
But then I felt myself falling. Falling.
I looked up, not realizing I had even closed my eyes, and saw Liam above me, holding me in his arms.
And then, it hit me. A hissing, burning pain that radiated from my left side. “Oh fuck!” I gasped as my shaky hands reached towards my middle. I felt something warm and wet.
Looking down, I saw my hands covered in dark red blood.
I had been shot. I was dying.
“Liam,” I said, already feeling the chill of death. My body shook and my muscles twitched and tightened in its death throes. “Liam.”
Liam looked down at the wound. His jaw tightened as he saw the blood pouring over my hands, completely soaking the dress I wore. I could even feel the wetness on my back as the blood completely soaked the fabric of my dress.
Holding me with an arm around my back and a hand on my head, he gently lowered me to the ground. My vision was already beginning to spot. God, I was going fast. But even in the spotty vision, I saw the two black suited men walking up behind Liam, guns drawn. They were coming to finish the job.
“Liam,” I gasped, trying to warn him.
As soon as he laid me down, he looked up.
If my heart weren’t already erratically beating, it would’ve once I looked upon his face.
This was no longer Liam. Possibly no longer human.
His jaw was rigid and clenched tight. His expression visibly darkening, an aura of blackness growing around him like a cloak. His green eyes burned like fiery emeralds, the fury and power within them clear and potent.
His shoulders, still hunched over me, tightened and seemed to broaden. His whole body seemed larger and more terrifying in its strength and promise of destruction.
“Stay here,” he said, his voice nearly a growl.
“Liam,” I breathed, trying to warn him about the gunmen but not able to get enough air into my lungs. “Don’t.”
He put a hand on my forehead. His hand was so large, it could easily palm my entire head. “Stay,” he said again.
I squinted to keep my vision from blurring. I watched as he slowly rose and turned around.
The two men lifted their
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