At the sight of Bella’s wounded body, Lucas gasped and tossed Rosemary aside. He caught Bella in his arms and grabbed her weapon with his free hand. But the assassin wasn’t done. She fired at Lucas hitting him in the shoulder. But Lucas was strong and determined. With the speed of lightning, he pointed the .45 at the female assassin and shot her right between her eyes.
For a second, Bella took solace in the fact that the killer was down, but she was having trouble focusing. She couldn’t command her body to do anything. She couldn’t move her limps. Her breathing was labored, and she was weakening by the second. And it was cold…so cold that her body trembled involuntarily.
Lucas crawled over her and promised that she would be okay. But Bella knew that wasn’t true. She suddenly thought of her twin. Could Donatella feel her pain? Could she sense that Bella was dying? Lucas pressed his palm against her wound. He was pretending to be calm, but Bella could tell that he was panicking.
“You’re okay,” he assured with a whisper.
The way he looked, like a lost little boy, made Bella want to make everything okay for him. She clutched the hand that he had on her chest and did her best to smile.
“I know, baby. T-thank…thank you. I-I…I’m okay,” she promised.
Lucas pulled his phone out of his pocket. As he called for help, Bella closed her eyes. She was so tired. She could fight no more.
