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Pain shot through my body as I tried to move. My eyes fluttered open at the sound of gunshots.
Xavier peered down at me, his face full of worry as he held me close to his chest.
My eyes darted behind his head and I noticed that there was a table behind him, shielding him and I from the stray bullets.
There was a small space between the table and the wall which allowed me to watch Kat and Xamira who were fighting off some of the guys in black masks.
I didn't know they could fight.
"Diego and the kids are safe, right?" Xamira asked Jordan as he ran towards them, slicing open a masked guy's arm who was in his way.
"Everyone who couldn't stay to fight, safely made it to the panic room" Jordan responded before roundhouse kicking a guy who came towards him.
I didn't know he could fight either.
"Fuck this" Kat cursed.
She tore off the lower part of her silver dress and kicked off her heels, a smug smile appearing on her face as the masked guys in front of her took a small step back.
"You bitches actually thought we wouldn't come prepared" She smirked, tossing Xamira the pistol that was in her thigh strap and twirling one in her hands.
"I'm so happy you're my girlfriend," Jordan cooed.
He pulled Kat in by her waist, capturing her lips in a kiss as she shot someone in the head, between his eyes.
It was scary how skilled she was with a gun. It was almost like she had done this before.
I turned my head back to Xavier who was clutching me closer to him than before.
"You're going to be okay" He kept repeating as he rocked me against him.
I wondered why he was acting like that. I tried to move again but pain filled my organs, making it practically impossible for me to move further.
My eyes trailed down my body, trying to find the source of the pain that I felt. My eyes widened as I stared at my hands - they were covered with blood.
My hands began to shake as I pulled them away from my stomach. There was a much darker red stain on my dress that seemed to grow larger and larger as more blood poured out of me.
Tears pooled at the corner of my eyes as I stared at my blood slowly flowing out of my body.
Memories of what happened came flooding into my head. I had noticed a shady figure, staring at Xavier as soon as we got to the first floor.
I decided to shrug it off and keep dancing with Xavier. I grabbed a drink from one of the waiters, and the rest of the guys as Sofia started talking.
I wasn't paying attention to her though, my eyes were fixed on the glass in my hands. Something was wrong with it.
The ice... it wasn't floating.
My eyes darted across the room, landing on Wyatt who leaned on the railing of the first floor, staring at a corner of the ball room.
Following his gaze, my eyes landed on two shady men who stood at the end of the ballroom, guns in their hands as they aimed at... XAVIER.
A gunshot ran through the room and without thinking twice, I pushed Xavier to the ground.
A sad smile made its way to my face as I watched more blood pour out of my stomach, slowly.
This was it. I was going to die.
I wasn't married. I hadn't even turned 20 yet. My life had hardly begun.
I let out a small sigh as I forced myself to cup his face with my right hand, wiping away the tears that had fallen onto his cheek.
"It's okay" I managed to say, my voice coming out small and hoarse as my eyes fluttered closed.
"Don't you fucking dare" Miles voice boomed causing my eyes to shoot open.
He and Griffin jumped over the table that was protecting Xavier and I, Kat, Xamira and Jordan covering for them.
"Don't you fucking dare close your eyes" He repeated, wiping away the tears from my eyes.
"You still owe me 20 dollars so don't fucking think that dying will relieve you from your debt because I will follow you to the fucking grave" Miles said, rolling his eyes but a stray tear rolled down his face.
"Can you walk?" Griffin asked me, his face etched with concern.
He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and placed it firmly on my bullet wound, replacing my hand with his before pressing over it.
With the help of Xavier, I managed to get into a squatting position, still protected by the table that was in front of us.
I feebly nodded my head as my voice seemed to be gone.
"Wyatt is over by the back door. Xavier will follow you to make sure you get to him safely while I will follow the both of you to make sure you get to him safely. He's going to help with your injury, all right?" Griffin explained, cocking his gun.
Since when is Wyatt a doctor?
"His brother, Zayn. He's a doctor" Miles said, reading my mind yet again like he always did.
"Chica" Kat's voice boomed and my eyes fell on her.
She smirked at me out of the corner of her eyes as she flipped a man over by his arm, pressing her bare foot to his face. "Get through this"
"Yeah" Xamira grunted, smiling as she threw her heels at a masked guy - it landed in his eye causing him to let out a blood curdling scream.
"You're a boss bitch. If you die because of a simple bullet, I'll be fucking pissed" Xamira added.
"I'll personally wear pink to your funeral and dance on your grave" Jordan stated as he shot a bullet at the intruders - the bullet piercing through two of the guys' chest.
I managed a small smile as Miles pushed the table away from the wall a little, creating a small space where Xavier, Griffin and I could escape from.
"On three," Griffin said, his gun firmly in his hand. "One. Two-"
"Fuck this" Xavier muttered before scooping me into his arms and making a run for it.
I buried my face in his chest as he ran towards the back door, Griffin yelling something that I couldn't quite make out as he ran behind us.
Somehow, we managed to get to the back door unharmed - at least that's what I thought as Xavier put me down until I noticed the red spot on his stomach.
"I'm okay" He smiled, placing a kiss on my forehead.
"What the actual fuck was that, Xavier?" Griffin spat in Xavier's face after he checked to make sure that I was okay.
"I protected her?" Xavier shot back, shoving Griffin back a bit in order to get him out of his face.
"We had a fucking plan. Did you not hear me or did you just choose to be stupid?" Griffin asked, his voice a little louder as he shoved Xavier back, much harder than Xavier did to him.
"Please- stop" I muttered as I pressed against Griffin's - now red - handkerchief that was attached to my side.
"Touch me again and I'll fucking kill you" Xavier spat.
"She's been fucking shot and you choose now to argue?" Wyatt asked as he came in through the back door, his voice cold and laced with venom.
Xavier and Griffin scoffed but stopped arguing as Wyatt pulled me into his arms, his left arm hooking under my legs while the right one was securely positioned at my back, keeping me in place.
"How are you holding up, Grumpy?" He teased, staring down at me, his white hair falling into his eyes.
If I wasn't in pain, desperately trying to stay conscious, I would have probably said something sassy back but nothing came to mind.
Wyatt sighed, knowing that his plan to make me smile had failed.
"You're going to be okay" Wyatt smiled down at me, pulling me impossibly closer to him before turning to the two guys who stood in front of us.
"Go make sure the others are okay" He ordered.
They both nodded. Griffin made his way to me first, placing a quick kiss on my cheek before locking eyes with me.
"Don't die, small fry" He smiled before heading back to the ballroom, his fingers on the trigger of his gun.
"Princess," Xavier started as he cupped my cheek gently, his hand caressing my face very carefully, like I'd break if he touched me too hard.
"Y-you're cold"
"I'm o-okay" I breathed out, feeling more and more exhausted.
"This is all my fault." He said, placing his forehead on mine while I was still in Wyatt's arms.
The tears that fell from his eyes landed on my face as he continued.
"I shouldn't have brought you here. Now you're hurt and it's my fucking fault" He stated, shutting his eyes tightly.
I rolled my eyes before placing a soft kiss on his lips and his eyes opened. "I'll be okay"
"Promise?" He asked, holding out his pinkie.
I rolled my eyes, ignoring the blush that appeared on my face as I managed to lock my pinkie with his. We both placed a kiss to our thumbs, before pressing our thumbs together.
"I promise" I smiled at him.
Xavier sighed, placing a final kiss on my lips before running back into the ballroom.
"Just hang in there for a few minutes" Wyatt said, noticing my eyes fluttering closed as he headed out the back door, running with me secured in his hands.
"Just a few more minutes, we're almost there" He repeated.
Panic flashed across his features as he looked down at me. I flashed him a small smile as I snuggled my face deeper into his chest.
"I'm tired"
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The sounds of bullets being fired caused my eyes to flutter open, squinting at the bright light of the sun.
An unfamiliar blond haired guy looked down at me, his brown eyes peering down at me as he held me closer to his chest.
"W-who-"
"It's me, Zayn" He smiled, showing me his pearly whites.
"Wyatt's brother"
"That's right, dolcezza" He smiled yet again.
(sweetie)
He swerved, carefully dodging one of the men that had infiltrated the Russo house.
"We just need to get to the car and I'll fix you right up"
"Where's Wyatt?" I asked.
"He's fine. He's just making sure that we get to the car safely.
I gave him a small smile before feeling the darkness come over me again.
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I winced as something came in contact with my skin, my handing wrapping tightly around whatever it was I was holding. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the new surroundings around me.
I seemed to be in a moving car. My eyes landed on a dark brown haired guy whose eyes were shut closed as he sucked in a breath through his teeth.
"Perché cazzo lei è così forte?" He mumbled and someone else laughed.
(Why the fuck is she so strong?)
My eyes landed on the same blond guy from before - Zayn, I think his name was - and my eyes followed his gaze, landing on my hand which was wrapped firmly around the neck of the dark brown haired guy.
I quickly released my hand from his neck, heat rising to my face as I tried to sit up.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, dolcezza" Zayn smiled at me before fixing his eyes back on my wound.
"Don't let Xavier hear you calling her that" I heard Wyatt's voice chuckle, surprising me.
Wyatt winked at me from the rear view mirror before he continued driving.
"You didn't think I'd leave you alone, hurt, with my brothers now did you?"
Brothers?
I looked around the car and noticed that one other guy was with us, apart from Zayn and the brown haired boy.
He sat in the front with Wyatt, his blonde hair flying in all different angles, as he stared out the window, not paying attention to any of us.
"This is going to sting a bit" Zayn warned me as he poured some rubbing alcohol onto some cotton wool.
"I suggest grabbing Derrick's neck again.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, the cotton wool came in contact with my skin and I hissed in pain, my hand flying to Derrick's neck but he quickly caught my hand in his, allowing me to squeeze his hand rather than his neck.
"Any moment later and your wound could've gotten seriously infected" Zayn sighed, getting out a needle while I let go of Derrick's hand.
I shook my head furiously, placing my feet on the floor before sitting in an upright position. Pain shot through each of my body parts as I moved but I chose to ignore them, pushing through.
I'd rather my body hurts all over than having a needle stuck inside me.
"Sweetie, I need to stitch you up or your wound won't heal properly" Zayn said but I still shook my head.
"I'm fine with that and please, don't call me sweetie. I don't fucking know you" I responded.
"That's one way to thank someone for saving your life" The blond boy who sat in the passenger seat snorted.
I noticed that his hair was lighter than that of Zayn's. While Zayn had dirty blonde hair, the guy in the front had icy blonde almost white hair that was just a few shades darker than Wyatt's purely white hair.
"It's fine," Zayn smiled at me.
"Arlo's right though" Derrick frowned.
I looked over at Wyatt, wondering if he was going to back me up or side with his brothers but instead, he just stared out the window, his finger tapping on the steering wheel as a small smirk appeared on his face.
Thanks for the support, dickhead.
"You're welcome, grumpy" He smiled at me through the rear-view mirror.
How-
"You were thinking out loud" Derrick groaned, rubbing his hand and neck. "And why the fuck are you so strong?"
I ignored him, rolling my eyes and pressing myself further against the door as Zayn inched closer to me, the dreaded needle still clasped between his tattooed fingers.
My eyes moved on their own accord, glancing at his arms which were both heavily tattooed but what caught my eye was the tattooed bunches of roses that spelled out the letter 'B' on the back of his right hand.
"You can stare at me all you want later. Right now, I have to stitch you up" Zayn smirked at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up" Wyatt said.
Zayn glared at Wyatt whose eyes were fixed on the side of the road as he slowly began to drive faster.
"She fucking needs to get stitched up or the injury is going to get infected" Zayn said, a little louder than before. "I don't know what your fucking prob-"
"No. He means it. Shut the fuck up. All of you" Arlo stated, his hands finding a gun as he stared out the window.
What is it with everyone and guns today?
Arlo gasped, shooting out the window wildly while Wyatt's eyes widened.
"GET DOWN" Wyatt screamed but it was too late.
Something hit the car, resulting in a huge explosion before the car was sent flying into the air. I forced my eyes open, concerned about the others.
Wyatt was struggling with his seat belt, Arlo had curled into the fetal position, Derrick was making his way out the window, half his body was inside the car while his upper body dangled outside the car and Zayn was trying to make his way towards me.
I shut my eyes again tightly as the car came crashing down. Despite how much I tried, I couldn't open my eyes.
I desperately clung onto consciousness as I tried to figure out the situation of things. I could feel the broken shards of glass all around me.
Some parts of my body hurt more than others and I figured that those places must have probably been punctured by the glass shards.
I silently prayed that Wyatt and his brothers were okay. I wondered how long we would remain in the accident until someone came to save us.
Unfortunately, my thinking was short lived when I felt my body being dragged out of the car wreck and into the sun.
The thread of consciousness that I had been desperately trying to cling to seemed to fade away.
"Fuck, boss isn't going to like this" was the last thing I heard a voice say before everything turned black.
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Another one done. What's the opposite of writer's block? Whatever it is, I have it and I have a lot of ideas so stay tuned.
C.O.D: You are different... but that's what makes you unique.
~voxcor 😋