Chapter Two Hundred Eighty Three

Henry.

The gunshot sounded in the room accompanied by Gwen’s scream and I watch, I watch with satisfaction how it went straight to the fucker and hit his chest. I rushed forward and held Gwen in my arms, protecting her from the bastard's blood. The loud thud of his body dropping on the ground and the heavy sound of a boot on the sand told me everything went well.

I looked behind me and saw Ryan trying to catch his breath with his hand on his chest like he could stop the blood from coming out. I took my eyes off him as my men took him out.

“Are you alright baby?” I asked, looking down at my wife who wasn’t moving in my arms.

I pulled from the hug and stared at her, her eyes were open but she wasn’t saying anything.

“Talk to me baby, are you alright?” I asked worriedly while searching her body for any injuries. I hissed when I saw a scratch on her neck, it must be from the knife.

Gwen blinked and then as she had just snapped out of her thought she held my hand, staring at me with her be