FIFTY SIX

DAMON

Mouth pried open in horror, the leader of The Pretties Gang placed his hands over his chest. Then he looked straight at me. As his shiny forehead deepened with a frown, his chest began to ooze blood, the reddish fluid coating his fingers. Soon, coughing noises filled the room.

Felix’s feet became unstable and he began to stagger until his back hit the mattress behind him. From there, his soul began to leave him and I finally became aware of the scrambling in the room.

I could feel a great tremble in my hands as the gun in my hold dropped to the ground as though my touch hurt it. Then, with my mind falling into serious jeopardy that I couldn’t for the love of my life sort out, my head darted toward Selena who had swiftly rolled to a side before the leader could stab her.

Our gazes stayed locked for several seconds. And again, the chaotic feet around us that were trying to find a way to escape the gruesome moment became faded. All I could hear at that moment were my thickening bre