Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 449(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
I fumbled with it for a second but once I got a grip on the handle, I placed my finger on the trigger and pointed it directly at Marco's head. Marco's eyebrows almost touched his hairline as he looked down the barrel of his own gun. When he flicked his eyes to me, he smiled and said, "Damn, Irish, you sure know how to play a man."
I forced my eyes to stay open and my arm to hold the gun up. "Tell your men to back off or I swear to God, I will pull this trigger and kill you. I'm not afraid to do it."
"Stay where you are!" I heard one of Marco's men growl.
"Unless you want your boss's brains all over the place, I'd advise you to let me go to my girl or she will kill him. Trust me on that."
Trent growled from behind Damien and Alannah. He stepped fully into my view and spat in my direction before he said, "She's bluffing, she doesn't have it in her to pull that trigger."
"I wouldn't put money on that," Kane's voice said as I heard footsteps come from behind me.
"Hey, pretty girl," Dominic's voice said from my right as he slid into the booth next to me.
My hand was shaking and tears were in my eyes.
"I could kill him and make all this go away, I could do it," I said to Dominic without looking away from Marco, who actually started to look nervous.
"I know you can baby, but this piece of shit isn't worth it," Dominic said and carefully reached for me.
I leaned a little away from him. "He wants to take you away from me, and I won't let him. You're mine, not his!"
I could feel Dominic get closer to me, he kissed my shoulder and whispered, "I'm already yours, pretty girl."
I started to cry then.
"Give me the gun," he whispered. "That's it, good girl,"
I lowered my arm down a little but still had the gun in my hand when a bang sounded around the room. I screamed and my hand instinctively pulled the trigger on the gun causing an even louder bang to ring in my ears. I dropped the gun as a shockwave of pain flew up my arm, I thought I was somehow shot, but after a second, I realised it was the force of the gun going off that hurt me.
When more shots went off around the room Dominic dove on me and covered me with his body. I felt like I was being crushed by him. When he moved off me I gasped for air and greedily sucked it into my lungs.
I opened my eyes and widened them when I looked to Marco who was still sat across from me in the booth but he was holding his shoulder and groaning in pain. I gasped and looked around Dominic and found both of Marco's men on the ground unmoving with blood splotches on their chest. Trent was on the ground too but he was alive; I could tell from his crying, and how he was writhing in pain.
I looked back to Marco and widened my eyes as blood started to soak around the material of his shirt even though his hand was pressed against the gunshot wound in his shoulder.
I shot him, I actually shot somebody.
Oh, my God.
"'I didn't mean to, I got a fright and-"
"Bronagh!" Dominic snapped, cutting me off. "It's okay baby, it's going to be okay."
I shook my head. "We're going to go to prison, those men-"
"Will be disposed of, as will Marco and Trent when we're finished with them."
I snapped my head in the direction of Kane's voice and felt myself tremble under his stare. "We won't get in trouble then?" I asked.
He smiled at me and for some reason, with just a small smile from him, things didn't seem to be that messed up.
"I did a lot more for this scumbag than just hurt people Bronagh. He is about to get the experience of me fully displaying my 'services'."
Okay, forget what I just said, things were beyond fucking messed up.
"Nico, Kane… we can talk about this," Marco said then cried out in pain when Alec rounded on the booth and pressed a finger into Marco's wound, making me almost vomit.
"Out of all the things on the to-do list Marco, talking to you won't be one of them."
Oh, my God.
I felt myself droop again when arms came around me. "Bring Alannah to the room I'm putting Bronagh in. They are soundproof so they won't hear a thing if they wake up."
Oh, my fucking God!
I was then being lifted into the air and, after a minute or two, I was placed down on a soft surface that made me groan out loud. I felt a kiss on my forehead then a voice whispered, "I'm going to make all this go away, pretty girl."
"We can't leave them for long. Bronagh has a concussion, and Lana hasn't woken up since one of those pricks knocked her out."
I heard knuckles crack before Dominic replied, "Trust me bro, this won't take long."
"Promise me something," Damien said to Dominic.
"What?" Dominic asked.
"Leave Trent to me."
My mind picked that exact moment to go black and send me into a sea of darkness.
"You want me to lie to me best friend, Dominic?" I snapped to my irritating boyfriend as Branna stood behind me carefully brushing my hair out.
I couldn't do it myself because every time I tried to, the bristles of the hairbrush scraped on my head wound, which hurt like hell itself. Branna was careful though, so I didn't mind her doing it, and that was the only thing I didn't mind her doing. Since shite hit the fan a week ago in Darkness, everyone has treated me like a glass doll.
Sure, I was hit in the head and got cut from it. Sure I received a minor concussion. And sure I was beaten and subjected to the hands of one of the most dangerous men in the world and have had nightmares about it ever since, but I wasn't that fucking fragile. I could happily deal with this on my own; I just wish everyone else would realise that.