Taking A Bullet For Someone Novels & Stories

The beautiful days when you never thought about betrayal, murder— or politics. I can’t let a group of selfish people take their lives. I couldn’t imagine all the women and men, old or young, whom I saw before my eyes during that moment on the ground, inert. I tried to chase the image of the tragedy of my thoughts, but it was stronger than me. What if we don’t succeed to save them? What if their agents are better than us? “Will to the Bullet Team.” William’s voice sounded in our earbuds, interrupting our fearful thoughts. I loved how he called us the Bullet Team, he said he believed nothing can ever destroy us, even death.

It was a miracle I stayed silent and didn’t shoot him myself after that stunt. He looked at each of us in amusement and addressed David at last in a serious tone “Brothers die for each other David. They take bullets for each other. Death is more than welcome if it saves my brother, which you already witnessed me doing when I, without blinking, jumped in front of a bullet to save Alex. I’ll gladly die for him David. I’ll gladly… die for you….be your brother….take a bullet for you. Are you willing to do the same?”

He would hug me as per his wish and then push me away like nothing ever happened, even if I approach him how do I know I'm not going to be rejected? But weren’t his actions speaking for itself? He knowingly took a bullet for me, he feels something for me, right? If I were to take a bullet for someone, I wouldn’t do it. Would I? If it’s Jordan, then? I don’t want him to die instead of me, he shouldn’t have done that. I'm not thankful or happy by the way things are going in my life, the only one person who wanted me to live was now lying on the bed.

We screamed around town like banshees, laughing our heads off and when night came, we hauled our asses to the port by the coast ready to seal the deal. But then Luca slipped up. He ticked off the dealer, had the man arrange his goons. Those fuckers were fierce. I'd felt the blows they landed on my head for months! But nothing had hurt more than that fucking bullet. They had aimed for Luca initially and I had played the hero and jumped right before the gun. Earned myself a bullet in the arm. Right now however, staring at the bastard I had taken a bullet for, I wished I had delayed just a tiny second. Just a millisecond. Perhaps I wouldn't feel as horrid as I did at the moment.

For the first time I wanted to do something but couldn’t do it because of some stranger. “Why ain’t you gonna point your gun at me? You are mad at me right? Well, well, well… Serena, you can bid goodbye to this world” Rocco said pointing his gun at me. My hand went numb to lift my gun and probably shoot Rocco. My gentleman quickly turned and hugged me, using himself as a shield to prevent the bullet from hitting me if Rocco eventually fires the gun. I was so shocked. A guy who knows nothing about me is willing to take a bullet for me? Rocco laughed and said he isn’t like me who can shoot someone at his back or shoot innocent people. Rocco put his gun away and left with his gang.

Dad exclaimed. Both my mother and I were not happy with this. “Excuse me? Need I remind you, we are stronger than both of you boys?” My mother put her hands on her hips and glared at my dad. “I took a bullet for you at the same stadium. I will take another if need be and I am sure Dax would do the same for Sarah. Consider it extra protection…” Dad tried to smooth it over, but I could tell he was putting his foot down and nothing my mom or I could change his mind.

He made my goal his own, and now he was fighting for his life because of all of that. He tried to save me! He took the bullet for me. He could have let me get shot instead. At least I was even on the verge of dying with my heart condition. The only thing that would have hurt me is that I didn’t find my brother’s killer, but no offender would go unpunished. He shouldn’t have taken the bullet for me. I felt guilty for his current situation. I began to murmur a silent prayer that nothing bad would happen to him, that he would overcome this pain and get well.

I already booked an appointment with him and he promised to meet me in some kind of fancy French restaurant that was a cover-up for illegal activities. My mind drifted back to Mister Alpha, I don’t know why but it felt weird that he took a bullet from me. He stood in front of me when a rogue shot me. Why would he do that? He doesn’t even know me yet he took the bullet. He was already injured yet he stood in front of me at such a critical moment, like... I mattered to him. ‘What do you think Ann?’ I asked her. She was silent for a while and I could see she was contemplating what to say to me. I too was not sure what to think about the matter. How could a stranger take a bullet for me?

She realized that the bullet never got to her because Nolan had taken the bullet for her because she was sure she saw the man pull the trigger, she also heard gunshots and then she saw the Bullet flying towards her before she closed her eyes. "S..ir… are you alright?" She stammered in horror as she tried looking for the spot where he was shot. Why did he collect a bullet for her? She didn't want to be the cause of a person's death. "Let's leave here immediately" Nolan said, shielding her with his body as he went for the door. Layla was so lucky that he got to her in time. One bullet would do him no harm but she'll die if she gets shot.

My breath hitched as he stepped closer, forcing me to take a step back. “Why?” Was he being serious right now? “Why? You got shot, that’s why.” I said, my voice shaking slightly. He chuckled, “It won’t be the first time.” “You’ve been shot before?” I was surprised. He nodded, “one time too many.” He spoke so casually about it like it was a daily occurrence. Who exactly was this man? “Is it also common for you to take bullets for people?” I blurted out. His eyes darkened, “I will lay down my life to protect what is important to me.”