Guns and murder.

Ashley’s chest heaved as she stared at the scene before her. The men were finally leaving, she would have let out a breath of relief if Mason did not have his gun pointed at Henry a few yards away and Adrian pointing the gun at Mason. The tensions had not lessened. She didn’t know what to do. The men who had attacked them had taken all their phones with them so they couldn’t call the police.

Just as they were about to leave, the big man who had held her in place, obstructed Adrian’s view. “You should count yourself lucky...” his voice was hoarse. Ashley turned back to look at Henry who still had a gun pointed at him. Then she saw it, Mason moving his hands, everyone else oblivious to it. It had happened too quickly and they were all focused on Adrian. The gun had been fired. She saw more than she felt her body move forward as fast as her legs could carry her to get to him, her hands outstretched in front of her, she shoved Henry out of the way. It took a lot of her strength to push hi