Page 51 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
Savio didn’t respond.
Instead, a blazing barrage of gunfire ensued.
Bright light flashed in the hallway.
No! Did they shoot her?
I ran forward.
Dog grabbed me. “Hold on!”
“They might have her.” I shoved him away and continued forward.
Please, be okay, Mariah.
She screamed.
More gunfire burst.
Then, a body loudly fell to the floor, and everything went silent.
No. No.
I got to the hallway, unable to see anything.
My throat tightened in fear.
My mind twitched and spiraled.
Instantly, my foot hit a body.
Who is this?
Shaking, I slowly lowered.
What if. . .it’s. . .her?
A burning void erupted under my heart, sending flaming points of pain shooting through my veins. My guts rolled with nausea. My muscles twitched with repulsive anguish. My head swelled with a crushing pressure that blocked out all peripheral sound.
If it is her. . .I will kill everyone. . .in this world. . .
A storm brewed inside of me that raged with violent vengeance until it burst through my eyes in an almost feral hate.
Then, the lights came on.
What?
The hallway illuminated.
Savio’s corpse slumped against the blood-drenched wall.
The body that I was lowering to belonged to one of his men.
Not her. Thank God.
I looked further.
Trembling, Mariah crouched on the floor with one of my guns pointed at me.
