“Do you know who this business partner is?”I asked, my brows furrowed.
“I do,” she said, nodding her head.“He’s not someone you want to mess with, Poppy.He’s very dangerous.From what I heard, he’s known on the streets as Pac—”
Before she could finish her sentence, a bullet pierced through the howling wind, straight through her brain.Her body fell to the ground, blood immediately pooling around it as I shoved the door closed and pulled Poppy against me.
“What the fuck—” Poppy screamed before I clasped a hand over her mouth to stop her.
“Not now.We need to get you somewhere safe,” I said, glancing at the blood pooling under the door as Travis stared at it.“Upstairs.Now.”
Poppy nodded and then rushed upstairs, taking them quickly as I picked up Travis and followed behind her.
Twenty-Four
Patrick
Poppy sat in the showeron a blanket with Travis at her side while I stood by the door with my phone against my ear and gun drawn.
“What the fuck was that sound?”Gage demanded after I answered on the first ring.
“Gunshot.”
“Are you guys—”
“We’re fine,” I answered quickly.“I’ll explain later.Get Julie and Daisy to safety now.”
“On it.”
We hung up, and I looked behind me at Poppy, who was paler than I had seen before.
“Baby, I need you to use my phone and call 911,” I said, stepping back and handing it to her.“You need to call and tell them what happened.”
“The storm...They won’t...She was a victim too...So much blood...”
I looked down, and my heart shattered as I saw Poppy shaking as tears flooded down her face.
“I know, baby.It’s going to be okay.I need you to call 911 for me, okay?”
