“You’re delusional if you think you’ll ever make it out of here in one piece, Clive,” Sebastian said, and the weird feeling I had about knowing him clicked into place. My harmless stalker had turned into a psycho with a gun.
“I’ll walk out without a hair out of place if you want to keep her unharmed,” Clive spat, waving the gun around. I hoped he knew how to handle that thing or at least kept the safety on. Accidental shootings weren’t really on my night’s agenda.
“Nora, come over here,” Clive said, gesturing to his side.
“She stays right where she is.” Sebastian’s hand tightened on my arm, keeping me firmly behind him. I didn’t pull away or try to step around him since I wasn’t keen on going anywhere with Clive.
“You have two seconds to move or I’m putting a hole in your boyfriend.” Clive pointed the gun at Sebastian, his arm shaking.
He looked high and unstable, not a good combination.
Since I liked my men without holes in them, I stepped to the side, pushing past Sebastian. “I’m not going to be responsible for you getting hurt. Let me go to him. Please.”
Sebastian’s hold on my arm tightened even more. “No fucking way. If he wants you, he has to go through me.”
“Great, at least now we have a solution,” crazy Clive said.
This was the one and only time I wished the club didn’t soundproof their rooms.
“No, wait, please. I’m coming over. Don’t shoot,” I pleaded, holding my hand out, palm facing him.
Not sure what I was planning to accomplish going up against someone holding a gun, but all I could think was that he couldn’t hurt Sebastian.
Too bad Sebastian didn’t share my sentiment, and his hand was like a shackle around my wrist. I tried to twist free to no avail.
While we were distracted, Clive must have decided this was taking too long.
A shot rang out, I screamed louder than I had ever screamed in my life, and Sebastian groaned in pain, folding in on himself before dropping to his knees.
I dropped down next to him, my hands wandering over his body, looking for the injury. “Oh my God. Oh no,” I cried, my breathing erratic, my hands shaking. “Where are you hurt? Show me.”
Sebastian caught one of my hands in his, holding it to his chest.
Oh God, is this the point where he says his last words to me? While holding my hand?
There was still so much to do. Like go on a date. Or fight over his dirty socks on the bedroom floor. Or make him do the dishes. So many plans that would never become reality if he died.
Snap out of it, Nora. He’s fine. Now shut up and try to talk the crazy psycho out of shooting you too.
“I’m okay,” Sebastian said, sounding fine. But maybe he was just putting on a front.
I didn’t exactly have much experience with gunshot wounds.
Before I could contemplate my next move or the right words to say to diffuse the situation, the door burst open and a guy I’d never met ran in, shooting his gun. Clive went down, and I jumped on top of Sebastian to cover his body.
“Dang rabbit, everyone needs to stop shooting,” I yelled, my head buried in Sebastian’s chest, my voice muffled despite my screams.
The ground shook, and Sebastian’s arms around me tightened. I lifted my head, deeming it safe enough to do so. “You jumped on top of me,” he said, his voice disbelieving.
My attention was diverted when I saw what caused the floor to vibrate. What must be the whole club had followed the shooting guy into the room, guns drawn.
I sat up, careful not to push on any parts of Sebastian’s body since I still didn’t know where his injury was. “Of course I did. You’re already injured. And I still have uses for you. Like helping me wash the dishes.”
He chuckled and sat up as well. Guess that was a good sign.
“I would be happy to wash your dishes for you, gorgeous,” he said, his face lighting up with amusement.
“Well, that was fun,” the stranger said, grinning down at Sebastian and me.
