The Shot

The sound of bullets reverberated in the entire building. Not once, not twice. And then abruptly, it stopped. The air hung heavily with a silence so thick. Caspian froze, his eyes on the woman that lay limply in his arms, weak and unresponsive. With racing heart and eyes that were wide open in disbelief, his gaze darted across the building, at the men that laid on the floor, at his brother sprawled on the floor with bullet holes all over his body and then and then the policemen that now surrounded the place, their weapons drawn.

“Anna,” he called her name like a prayer, his eyes tracing over the blood that ran from her shoulder down to her legs, his hands trembling as they held her cheek. “Fuck, Anna. Open your eyes. Can you hear me, baby?” He cried, panic evident in his voice. His blood thumped loudly in his ears as he stared at his bloody palm from her shoulder.

She’d fucking taken the bullet for him, she’d fucking jumped before him as Ethan fired the gun, and fuck, he had been un