“I think you’re right.” We both laughed.
“The truck just left for the house,” Maniac announced when he made it to the table. “You ready to head home?”
“Absolutely,” I told him and lifted to my feet. “I can’t wait to make it home and get in the bathtub. Hopefully, I make it there the way these yawns are tearing me up. “Goodnight, Mrs. Saint-Mercier.” I pecked her on the cheek.
“What I told you about calling me that. It’s Ma or Liliana.” Her lips slipped into a grin.
“I’m sorry, Ma.” Liliana is the first woman I’ve ever been able to call Ma. It was strange and I had to get used to it. Maniac took me by the hand and led me out the door. He opened the passenger door for me, and I climbed into the car. Soon as he shut the door and rounded the car to his side, I heard gunshots. I wasn’t able to drop down like I wanted to because of my big ass stomach. Metal pierced the side of the car. More gunshots rang out before I heard tires screeching. I pushed the door open and climbed out the car to go around and make sure that Maniac was all right.
My heart thumped rapidly in my chest as I rounded the car. I released my breath when I saw that he was fine as he stood there with his gun in his hand.
“You alright?” He looked over at me and asked.
“I think so. What happened?”
His eyes shot to my arm, and he levitated over to me. “You been shot!”
“What! Oh my God, I’m gonna pass out.” I looked down at my arm and saw blood coming from it. “Lord, someone shot me.” My mouth slacked. I was so worried about him that I hadn’t noticed the pain ’til he said something.
“I need to get you to the hospital.”
He looked over at the car that had several bullet holes riddled in it. I’m surprised that I wasn’t shot more than once. “Am I hit anywhere else?” I asked him, spinning where he can check out the rest of my body.
“I don’t see anything.”
“What’s going on?” Liliana asked when her and Bishop exited the building.
“Someone just shot at us. Wren’s been shot. I need to get her to the hospital.”
“We can take y’all,” Bishop offered. He already examined the car and knew that it didn’t need to be on the road in that condition.
Maniac scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to Bishop’s car. He placed me in the back passenger seat and climbed in next to me. Bishop hopped into the driver’s seat and sped out of there.
“How’s the baby?” Liliana looked back at me and asked.
I gently rubbed my stomach, trying my best to keep myself as calm as possible. “It’s fine, I think.”
“Don’t get too worked up. I don’t want your pressure to go up,” she replied. I think it’s a lil too late for that. I’ve just been shot for the first time in my life. That bullet could’ve hit me somewhere else. It could’ve killed me or my baby. For someone to shoot at us after our baby shower, it just lets me know that they wanted to take either me or Maniac out. Everyone else left there peacefully. That hit was for us.
“Who would want to kill us?” I questioned Maniac. He had his phone up to his face, probably making moves. Me being shot was the worst thing that anyone could’ve done. I actually feel sorry for them. Once he gets his hands on them, there’s no telling what he’s gon’ do to those people.
“I don’t know, but I’m damn sure gon’ find out. How ’bout you just worry ’bout you right now. I got everything else.”
Bishop pulled into the parking lot of Jackson hospital, which was the closest hospital. He stopped in front of the emergency entrance and ran into the building. From where I sat, I saw the guard stop him at the metal detector. He removed his gun from his waistline and backed up toward the door. “She needs help! She’s been shot!” he yelled, running back to the car to place his gun inside. The way he was moving, they probably thought that he was the one who shot me or something.
The guard talked into his walkie talkie and got up from his seat. He poked his head out the door to see Maniac pulling me from the back seat. “My wife has been shot. She needs a doctor right now,” he told them as he carried me inside.
“Do you have any weapons on you too?”
“Fuck all that shit. Get her a mufucking doctor before I give you a fucking reason to be worried ’bout a damn gun.” He walked straight through the metal detector and it went off and carried me over to the double doors. “What the fuck are you staring at? Open the fucking door, nigga.”
The guard looked from us and to the people behind the glass window and then pressed the door for it to unlock. Maniac carried me into the back and into the first empty room that he saw. A nurse rushed into the room behind us.
“What’s going on?” she asked as he placed me on the bed.
“My wife been shot. She needs a doctor.”
“Shot where?”
