CHAPTER FOURTY-FIVE: BULLET WOUNDS.

Lucas turned quickly to the limp body on the floor and screamed. "Purple!"

He collapsed to the floor and checked her pulse. She was still breathing, but very faint.

Adrenaline rushed through his entire body as he lifted her from the ground. "Help! Somebody fucking help!"

His screams attracted attention from within and nurses rushed outside and wheeled Purple into the operating room. For a moment, Lucas stood there, rooted to the spot, there was a tighteness in his chest.

A lump settled in his throat and he stifled the urge to yell. Where the hell had that useless bullet come from? He was about enjoying the night with his angel, so what the fuck just happened?

She had fucking took a bullet for him.

He climbed into his car in a wild race, but as he drove, his heart in his mouth, he received a message that the security guards who had swunged into action earlier were unable to catch the shooter.

According to the text, the culprit's car had plunged into a large tree during the pursui