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“You want me to kill the cop?” Tony’s voice screeched and he lowered his gun slightly. “You said you’d handle it. That I’d get to deal with her.”
“Oh, I’ll let you have all your fun with this one in due time. But first, you have to handle him.” Tom smiled. “It’s how you prove your loyalty to me after trying to fuck me over in the first place.”
Emmerson had no idea how far out his family was and he couldn’t wait. He had to take matters into his own hands or surely, he and Rumor would die.
And he didn’t feel like dying today.
Tony raised his gun a little higher with a shaky hand.
Emmerson lunged forward, diving toward Tom and Rumor.
Bang!
The bullet tore through his shoulder, jerking his body as he tackled Tom and Rumor, dropping them both to the floor. The pain seared straight to his brain, but he did his best to ignore it as he reached for his weapon that went skidding across the tile.
He curled his fingers around the butt of the weapon as Tom hurled his body on top of Emmerson’s.
Rumor screamed again, but he couldn’t even glance up to see what that was about as Tom landed his fist right in Emmerson’s nose. That fucking hurt almost as bad as the hole in his shoulder.
Bang!
He continued to fight with Tom until he got the upper hand, sticking his gun into Tom’s side. “Don’t make me pull the trigger.”
Tom struggled to break free, kicking and swinging his arms, reaching for his weapon. The second his fingers touched the gun, Emmerson knew he had no choice. He had to fire.
Bang!
Tom’s body went limp.
Emmerson shoved him to the side.
The sound of boots crushing broken glass filled the thick air.
“Run and I’ll shoot you,” Emmett’s voice echoed in the night. “Fuck. I warned you.”
Bang!
Emmerson jumped to his feet.
Chris and his mother barreled through the front door.
Emmett reached down and pressed his finger against Tony’s neck. He shook his head. “He’s gone. He didn’t leave me a choice.”
“Neither did Tom.” Quickly, Emmerson checked for a pulse.
Nothing.
He turned his head.
Rumor lay on her side, curled in a ball, holding her stomach as blood flowed through her fingers.
“Rumor!” Emmerson dropped to his knees at her side, pressing his hands against the wound.
She blinked.
“Ambulance is ten minutes out.” His mother rested a hand on his shoulder. “We need to stop your bleeding too.”
“I’m fine.” He jerked her hand off his shoulder, examining Rumor’s wound more closely. “The bullet didn’t go through,” he said softly. “Stay with me, babe. It’s going to be okay.” Only, he wasn’t so sure. Blood oozed from her gut. So much blood and her face paled.
