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Screams broke out.

Mierda, mierda, mierda over and over again like a messed up record with lots of sounds. Alarm came in the air so thick I could feel it on my tongue. And then a gust of air escaped from me as I was brought down to the floor. A heavy body covered me as the glass of the painting shattered in a clear pattern. And then the paintings that were in the frame also turned into an insignificant torn.

Shot.

My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and I couldn't tell from the bullets flying above me. I know who's lying on top of me, trying to match my breath with his as the chaos continues. A feeling of security enveloped me while this room became a battleground for these mobsters. I cover my ears. It felt like it went on forever, before a silence enveloped the room that carried the echoes of gunshots.

"Are you okay?"

I heard his words, but my mind was focused on red. Blood dripped onto the wooden floorboards in my line of sight.

Hands gripping my face, twisting it. "Are you okay?" Rhy