Romans & histoires 911 Fanfiction Buck Stops Talking

With the upcoming assignment to treat the northern pack members, I needed my mind and heart to stay clear. I turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm. His hand was still cold, but his grip was surprisingly strong. "Chloe, I think we need to talk. You and I—" Just then, his phone started ringing. I caught a glimpse of the name lighting up the screen: Lana. Bitterness rose in my throat. Aiden looked at the caller ID, then declined the call without a word. However, the phone almost immediately rang again, relentlessly. I saw the hesitation in his eyes, the internal struggle.

My hands shook as I fumbled with my phone, nearly dropping it before I managed to steady myself. 911. I pressed the call button and held the phone to my ear. It rang a few times, each second felt like a death sentence. “Come on…” I whispered under my breath. Below, something crashed. A shout. Then— “911, what’s your emergency?” “I—” My voice caught. Before I could finish— A gunshot tore through the air. Everything stopped. My breath. My thoughts. Everything. “

Luka tells the person and hangs up. “Danni, even if you hear gunshots. Do me a favor… DO NOT call 911.” Luka tells me as he hops out of the truck, locking himself out.

Bucky lifted his foot and stepped out. After nine o’clock, the hospital was very quiet. Bucky returned to the car, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette. He remembered Alina and Noble in the photo he had just seen, he didn’t know what the two were talking about but Alina curled her lips and smiled, Noble stood beside her, he lowered his head slightly, the distance between the two was not too far nor too close, not to the point of being vague but seeing it made his heart feel like there was a thorn stabbing it.

An inexplicable irritation rose inside him. 'Is she being serious? She even had the pack issue an official announcement.' "Let her. I'm not going." The Alpha across from him stopped smiling, looked at him, and sighed. "Adrian, why does it have to come to this?"

“What about Lucien? He was so sad about her death back then. How did he take this?” Buck didn’t answer Poison and his gloomy look returned after hearing Lucien’s name. Poison turned to look at Buck’s masked face. He lifted his hand and removed it with a smile. Buck hit the brakes and put it back immediately “What are you doing?” How can he reveal his face? That’s so dangerous and risky. How can Poison be so relaxed? “Just teasing you” Poison folded his arms and leaned back on the chair closing his eyes to sleep. Buck shook his head and drove to their den.

Buck smirked and looked up abruptly before laughing maniacally. Wilbur stopped reaching for chips and asked, "Is it that funny?" "It is." Buck nodded hard, and he was tearing up from laughing. He asked, "Did you know that Brian worked for me? You killed him, but I gave you free chips. Now it's raining, and you're in my car eating chips. Don't you think it's hilarious? How can you do this to me?" Wilbur stared at Buck. Suddenly, the smile on Buck's face gradually froze. They stared at each other. Three seconds later, the right door of the car was blown away with Wilbur flying out of the car.