“Aw, isn’t this sweet.” Brian sneers.
“Gabriel. I love you. I’ll be waiting on the other side.” She gives my words back to me, and my blood runs cold.
She’s willing to sacrifice herself.
“Not fucking happening.” I growl as Eric storms through the door. “Get down!” I shout at her, Johnson taking off through the factory.
Training my gun on Brian, Brooke cries out in pain as she throws herself to the floor. Brian takes a step back to run, but I pull the trigger, shooting him in the stomach. He hits the ground, his gun skidding across the concrete, landing beside Brooke.
Gunshots ring out from the other side of the factory.
I know Johnson is dead. Eric is an expert with guns, and he doesn’t miss.
“Do you hear that, motherfucker? Your uncle is dead, and you’re next.” Stepping closer, I kick him in the face. Blood sprays from his mouth, and the crunch of his bones is music to my fucking ears.
Kicking him in the ribs, he screams in pain, but I don’t stop. Falling to my knees, straddling him, I pummel his face until my knuckles are split open and bleeding. He’s groaning and barely conscious, but I’m not done with him yet.
“Gabriel.”
Bloodlust is all I know.
“Gabriel.”
I won’t stop until he’s dead.
“Layton!” Eric’s voice trickles through the fog, and I glare at him.
His eyes are wide as he stares at Brooke. Following his gaze, my breath hitches. She’s on her knees, with Brian’s gun aimed at him. She’s struggling to hold it steady, her body battered and exhausted.
Sliding across the floor, I settle behind her. Careful not to cause her anymore pain, I steady her arms with my own. “Where do you want it, baby?”
“Where his heart should be.” She takes a deep breath, and I help her aim at his chest.
Brian raises his upper body, blood pouring from his gut. “You fucking bitch. I should’ve killed you years ago!”
Before I can react, she pulls the trigger, lodging the bullet square in his chest.
She doesn’t stop firing.
She continues pulling the trigger even after the clip is empty, the hollow clicking sound filling the air around us.
“Baby.” I reach for the gun, and she flinches, letting it go quickly. She slumps against me, and I wrap my arms around her loosely. I release her immediately when she winces, feeling helpless and angry all over again.
“We have to get you to the hospital. I know you can’t walk. Can you grit your teeth and let me carry you to the truck?”
She inhales deeply, nodding her head.
My brave girl.
“Eric, get the door. Follow us to the hospital.”
Chapter Fifteen
Brooke
I’m pretty sure death doesn’t hurt like this, so I must be alive.
Only the land of the living could have so many annoying things beeping nonstop.
