“YOU SHOT HIM!” the red-headed woman screams. Magnum’s too big for even three people to pull the weapon off him. He throws the tatted up blond dude who looks like a movie neo-nazi (no offense) halfway across the room and fires again. This time, the woman jumps in front of her husband and I’m pretty sure Magnum hits her with a bullet too.
He said he was going to stay calm and handle this rationally.
“Magnum, stop!” I scream.
“If you don’t explain yourself, I’ll shoot you too. Then there won't be anybody left behind to call an ambulance,” Magnumsays with nothing but pure outrage in his voice. I’ve never seen him like this and a part of me would have doubted that Magnum had this energy at all if I hadn’t seen him in this state.
The entire room spins around me as I watch the tall, pale red-haired man that Magnum just shot clutching his arm while his skin turns white and blood rushes out of his face.
“I barely feel anything. I’ll be fine,” Deacon Hollingsworth growls, even if he doesn’t look fine and also did nothing to stop Magnum from putting a bullet in anyone else so far. Magnum still has the gun and all the power, even if there are multiple men in this room who are bikers, and equally large as Magnum. The guy hedidn’tshoot has some facial features that might be a family resemblance.
I’m more worried about the giant biker who might bleed out and ensure that Magnum catches a charge.I didn’t think he would get this crazy.But I also know better than to get in the way of this until Magnum considers the matter resolved. I keep my eye on the giant bleeding out in case things take a turn and I have to risk my life to call 911 – more to keep Magnum out of jail than anything else.
The shock might keep Deacon pain-free for the time being but judging by the red splotch on his shirt getting bigger and bigger, that won’t last and he’ll need to go to a hospital. Deacon grunts and tries to stand up. It hurts to see another human in pain but Magnum doesn’t seem affected – at all. He came here to get what he wants and I can tell he won’t give up until he gets it.
I grip Magnum’s arm, hoping to reason with him silently since clearly he’s beyond speaking right now.
“Isaac,” Magnum growls at the man who clutches the red-haired woman as she bleeds to stop her from hitting the ground. “I need you to talk right now, or I’ll shoot Tylee dead right in front of you.”
“I had no idea what she was up to or how she found out, Magnum. I swear,” Isaac says, pleading for his life like anyone would in that situation.
Magnum continues calmly, “You owed me that money fair and square. I have been more than generous with the terms of the loan.”
“You’re a cheap Jew bastard,” Tylee says, earning eyebrow raises from everyone in the room, myself included. It’s not a slur on its own, but the way she said it really made it sound like a slur. I can’t just stand here and watch Magnum kill them.
“Stop arguing,” I snap. “You two need to get to a hospital so tell him what he needs to know and I’ll call 911.”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” Magnum growls at me as if using that tone on me has ever worked to allow him to control me. The man is out of his damn mind.
“You can’t murder a bunch of people.”
“Yes. I can. Ghost owes me over $780,000 and his wife over here must have found out. That’s what happened, isn’t it? She paid some goon idiot–”
“Hey!” Deacon scoffs, earning a glare from Magnum who doesn’t really stop himself.
“Tylee paidsomeoneto make the biggest mistake of her life,” Magnum continues, the sympathy from his voice totally gone and replaced with a dark vein of detectable cold anger.
“She’s hormonal, Magnum. She doesn’t know what she’s doing,” Isaac says, glaring at his wife, who doesn’t want to take Isaac’s way out.
“I knew what I was doing,” Tylee says. “This man is a multi-millionaire and we keep having more damn kids. The last thing he needs to do is nickel and dime our asses whenwework hard for this club and we’re never going to have millions in properties or any of that shit just to waste it all away on booze.”
Her husband groans and tries to clasp his hand over Tylee’s mouth. She swats Isaac’s hand away. I do my part to get Magnum to put an end to this.
“Magnum, stop,” I hiss. “We have our answers.”
He doesn’t give a fuck. Anger replaces anything else that might have been going on in Magnum’s head.
“I should kill you right where you stand,” Magnum says, snarling at Tylee. “But what’s going to happen then? Wyatt gets on my ass?”
“You’re going to get away with whatever the fuck you want because of your money, Sinclair,” Tylee spits at him. “If you want to be a selfish asshole instead of writing off my husband’s debt, you deserve a little pain.”
“What about Damara, huh? She didn’t ask for this. There’s more than one person caught up in your little scheme,” Magnum throws back.
She clearly hates being called out, but we can’t keep arguing when the people in this room need medical attention.
“Magnum. I’m calling 911.” I love Magnum. I can’t let him go to prison for this. It’s not worth it, especially because we love each other.
“Doesn’t matter if you call 911,” Magnum says calmly, leveling the gun at Tylee’s head. “I need assurance that shit like this won’t happen again.”
