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She slipped into the kitchen, hands shaking violently as she searched for anything,anythingto protect the man she loved.
Her fingers closed around the sharpest knife she could find.
The man’s voice drifted from the living room, distracted by whoever was on the other end of his call.
“I got him. Raz is gone.”
He hadn’t heard her. Not yet.
Heart pounding, steps soft as prayers, she crept closer—every second a lifetime.
William saw her. His eyes went wide, tears falling fast as he shook his head, silently begging her—No. Don’t.
But she couldn’t stand by and watch him die.
She had to try.
Ahzii surged forward, driving the knife deep into the man's shoulder. He let out a sharp cry of pain, staggering—but his reflexes were fast, too fast.
Gunfire exploded between them.
She felt it instantly—the white-hot burn tearing through her body. Her legs buckled beneath her.
“NOOOO!” William’s voice cracked as he lunged for her.
But before he could reach her, the man turned and fired again.
William dropped.
Right there, in the middle of their home.
Ahzii’s scream ripped from her soul as she collapsed beside him, her blood soaking the floor.
Her hands clutched her stomach, terror filling her chest.
The baby...
“My baby...” she whispered, breathless, as her eyes found William’s face, still gasping for air.
“Fuck!” the gunman cursed, scrambling in panic. He grabbed a gas can, dousing the house without hesitation, like he’d done this before.
Flames erupted fast, licking the walls and floors, smoke choking the air.
But Ahzii’s world shrank to just William.
His lips trembled, barely moving.
“I love you...” he mouthed, his voice gone, his strength slipping away.
“No, baby... please... stay with me,” she sobbed, struggling to breathe as the bullet scorched her from the inside.
But it was too late.
His eyes closed.
Gone.
The flames raged around her as the gunman fled, leaving them to burn like they meant nothing.
