Page 156 of Scorned Obsession

“Stay behind me.”

Where the hell was that motherfucker? Footsteps stampeded down the stairs, but I left my crew to handle them.

“Turn right,” Sloane shouted.

With my gun raised and leading the way, we moved through the maze of the house.

Just when we passed a crisscrossing hallway, a blast sounded behind me.

“Shit,” Sloane cried.

I whipped around to look at her and spotted a man on the floor cursing her.

Dom.

Fucking fuck.

“You fucking shot me,” Dom groaned.

“You surprised me!” she screamed.

I tipped my chin at Trevor. “Check on him.” And told Sloane and a couple of soldiers behind me, “Let’s go.”

We passed the kitchen and could see the pool.

My wife’s head was submerged.

Motionless. Her hair floated in a mass around her.

“Bianca!” I roared and tore through the kitchen exit. A force knocked me to the side, but my forward momentum sent me into the water.

The lining of the pool was dark. I could still see bullets streak past me. A dark cloud rose and in the back of my mind I knew I was hit.

But I didn’t feel any pain.

My life had always been preordained.

I did not save Bianca from the pool when she was five years old, only to have her die in one eighteen years later.

Nothing, not even if they riddled me with bullets, would stop me from saving her.

I reached her motionless body and lifted her up just in time to see Nico sliding to his knees and working on the cuffs securing Bianca’s wrists.

“We got Miller. He’s alive, but I shot him. He was waiting for you.”

Shudders wracked my body and I was slightly lightheaded.

“You’re shot!” Sloane appeared beside us.

“Bianca first.”

The second the cuffs fell away, I heaved her out of the pool. Nico grabbed under her armpits and dragged her to the ground.

I hoisted myself out of the water and shoved Nico aside, and started mouth-to-mouth.

I blew once.

Twice.

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