can’t hear my own voice over the high-pitched ringing in my head. When Tommy slumps forward and lands face first on the floor, I know deep down that he’s dead. My eyes move to Daniel.
Like a fearless warrior, he stands proudly in front of my brother, protecting his body with his own, his arm raised as he holds his gun firmly in his hand. Instantly, my mind clears and I scramble to come up with some sort of plan. We can’t die like this.
“I said drop it, pig!”
Daniel’s voice is strong and fearless, his gun held steady. “Let the girl go. She was just trying to find her brother.”
Tooth’s body tenses behind mine and he mutters a soft, “Fuck it.”
Before I know what’s happening, he pulls the gun away from my temple and points it right at Daniel. He pulls the trigger before I can react and I watch in horror as Daniel crumples to the ground.
“No!” I scream, struggling to free myself from his hold. “Daniel!” Daniel doesn’t move. Suddenly, I’m flying across the room, my body landing on top of my brother's in the corner. He doesn’t even open his eyes as I look down at his broken body.
“You wanted to find your fuckin’ pussy ass brother so bad, bitch? Well there he is. Now you can both go to hell!” He raises the gun and time seems to stop as I watch his finger slide over the trigger. I drape my body over Derrick’s and squeeze my eyes closed.
The gunshot rings through the warehouse and my body jerks in surprise and tenses, waiting for the bullet to hit me. Something drops to the floor and I lift my head, wondering what the hell is going on.
Tooth lays crumpled just a foot away, a disgusting looking hole drilled right through his forehead. My heart pounds as I lift my eyes and see Daniel slump to the floor clutching his arm. He’s out of breath when he looks up at me and asks, “You okay, baby?”
Daniel
I shrug my shirt back on and slide off the hospital bed. After a quick examination that the Chief had insisted on, the doctor cleaned my wound and declared that it was a clean shot, the bullet going in one side of my arm and out the other. Six stitches and a bandage later, and I’m free to go.
I was lucky, and I know that. I was definitely luckier than poor Tommy Lewis. The Chief had confirmed what I already knew. The shot Tommy had taken in the chest had been fatal. He had died within seconds. The Chief left just a few minutes ago to deliver the news to Ms. Lewis himself. I didn’t envy him.
After buttoning my shirt, I move through the emergency room and head straight for the elevator. Gabby is on the third floor, waiting for her brother to get out of surgery. They still weren’t sure if he was going to make it. He’d lost a lot of blood and there had been a lot of internal damage done in the beatings. Infection had set in from just laying on the floor, in a heap for days.
When the elevator door opens, I turn to the left and there she is. Her hair is a mess and her makeup is smudged all over her face. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight in all my life. When she sees me, she doesn’t hesitate. She covers the distance between us at a run and slams into my chest, her arms wrapping themselves tightly around my waist.
“Oh, Daniel. I’m so glad you’re okay.”
I chuckle softly and hug her tight, pressing my lips into the top of her hair. “I’m fine, baby. Just a few stitches.” We hold each other in silence, our bodies slowly rocking from side to side. “Any news on Derrick yet?”
She pulls her cheek from my chest and looks up at me, her face sad as she shakes her head. I give her a reassuring squeeze. “Have faith, babe. If Derrick is anything like his sister, he’s a tough son of a bitch and will be just fine.”
A small smile appears on her face and she shakes her head. “He’s more like me than he’ll ever admit.”
I grin down at her, glad to see she still has a sense of humour. Taking her hand, I guide her to the waiting room chairs and
Like a fearless warrior, he stands proudly in front of my brother, protecting his body with his own, his arm raised as he holds his gun firmly in his hand. Instantly, my mind clears and I scramble to come up with some sort of plan. We can’t die like this.
“I said drop it, pig!”
Daniel’s voice is strong and fearless, his gun held steady. “Let the girl go. She was just trying to find her brother.”
Tooth’s body tenses behind mine and he mutters a soft, “Fuck it.”
Before I know what’s happening, he pulls the gun away from my temple and points it right at Daniel. He pulls the trigger before I can react and I watch in horror as Daniel crumples to the ground.
“No!” I scream, struggling to free myself from his hold. “Daniel!” Daniel doesn’t move. Suddenly, I’m flying across the room, my body landing on top of my brother's in the corner. He doesn’t even open his eyes as I look down at his broken body.
“You wanted to find your fuckin’ pussy ass brother so bad, bitch? Well there he is. Now you can both go to hell!” He raises the gun and time seems to stop as I watch his finger slide over the trigger. I drape my body over Derrick’s and squeeze my eyes closed.
The gunshot rings through the warehouse and my body jerks in surprise and tenses, waiting for the bullet to hit me. Something drops to the floor and I lift my head, wondering what the hell is going on.
Tooth lays crumpled just a foot away, a disgusting looking hole drilled right through his forehead. My heart pounds as I lift my eyes and see Daniel slump to the floor clutching his arm. He’s out of breath when he looks up at me and asks, “You okay, baby?”
Daniel
I shrug my shirt back on and slide off the hospital bed. After a quick examination that the Chief had insisted on, the doctor cleaned my wound and declared that it was a clean shot, the bullet going in one side of my arm and out the other. Six stitches and a bandage later, and I’m free to go.
I was lucky, and I know that. I was definitely luckier than poor Tommy Lewis. The Chief had confirmed what I already knew. The shot Tommy had taken in the chest had been fatal. He had died within seconds. The Chief left just a few minutes ago to deliver the news to Ms. Lewis himself. I didn’t envy him.
After buttoning my shirt, I move through the emergency room and head straight for the elevator. Gabby is on the third floor, waiting for her brother to get out of surgery. They still weren’t sure if he was going to make it. He’d lost a lot of blood and there had been a lot of internal damage done in the beatings. Infection had set in from just laying on the floor, in a heap for days.
When the elevator door opens, I turn to the left and there she is. Her hair is a mess and her makeup is smudged all over her face. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight in all my life. When she sees me, she doesn’t hesitate. She covers the distance between us at a run and slams into my chest, her arms wrapping themselves tightly around my waist.
“Oh, Daniel. I’m so glad you’re okay.”
I chuckle softly and hug her tight, pressing my lips into the top of her hair. “I’m fine, baby. Just a few stitches.” We hold each other in silence, our bodies slowly rocking from side to side. “Any news on Derrick yet?”
She pulls her cheek from my chest and looks up at me, her face sad as she shakes her head. I give her a reassuring squeeze. “Have faith, babe. If Derrick is anything like his sister, he’s a tough son of a bitch and will be just fine.”
A small smile appears on her face and she shakes her head. “He’s more like me than he’ll ever admit.”
I grin down at her, glad to see she still has a sense of humour. Taking her hand, I guide her to the waiting room chairs and
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