The Explosion

PENNY POV

Aleksandr's men form several rows and set out to assess the extent of the destruction caused by the explosions.

Meanwhile, my father gives orders, and his remaining men escort us to a safe place.

Several men dressed in black start shooting at the men trying to protect us; one of them falls dead at Michael's feet.

Michael quickly disarms him and removes his shirt, handing it to me. "Put it on," he orders.

I take the shirt, trembling, as tears continue to stream down my face.

I try to move, but I'm paralyzed; my breasts feel sticky, and I feel disgusting just looking at them.

Dirty!

Dirty!!

I'm dirty!!!

Michael curses under his breath and helps me put on the shirt, covering my nudity again.

"I'll hunt down those sons of bitches," he growls.

Michael is furious, however, his touch is delicate as he lifts my chin and wipes away my tears with his thumbs.

He pulls me behind a pillar as a gust of bullets narrowly misses us.

"I have five bullets," he murmurs, looking at the lo