His face went white as his eyes locked onto mine. The hostage’s head hung while he moaned in pain, spitting blood onto thefloor.
“Let her go or your buddy here gets it.” Abelseethed.
The Unacceptables that were there were standing frozen, their eyes darting from mine toAbel’s.
“Don’t think I won’t kill her.” He breathed in close to my neck. “It’s a shame to waist such a fine rack though.” I heard the hammer pull back and the bullet move into the chamber. I braced myself, taking in a slow deepbreath.
Abel’s nostrils flared and he slammed the back of the gun into his hostage’s temple. “Don’t be a fucking idiot. Let the girl go, she has nothing to do withthis.”
All of a sudden the sound of a gun firing, someone gasping for air, and the feeling of hot wetness being splattered all over me happened within seconds. It took me a minute to realize what had happened as the grip on my body loosened and the gun was no longer pressed against myhead.
I could feel myself screaming as I looked down to see blood covering my body and my attacker lying at my feet motionless. Holt was holding one of the bar knives in his bloody hand. He grabbed me and pulled me into the main area of the bar as my eyes locked onto the man strapped to the chair, half of his head missing and splattered all over the floor in front of him and Abel running towardme.
My attacker was sprawled on the floor in the doorway, blood gushing from his sliced neck as gurgling noises rang out into theair.
I started to fight and struggle in Holt’s arms. “Let go ofme.”
“No. Crickett you have to calm down.” He was pulling me behind the bar. “Let me clean you up abit.”
Abel was right behind us, trying to reach out to me. “Both of you get the fuck away from me. You’re a fucking monsterAbel!”
I stomped on Holt’s foot, making his grip on me loosen. I grabbed my gun and my bag and started to run for the door. Abel bolted after me, grabbing my arm right as I was about to shove the heavy wooden dooropen.
“Crickett. Wait. Don’t leave likethis.”
“Fuck you, Abel. You just killed a man and I almost died.” I pulled the hammer back on my gun, keeping it pointed at the ground. “So help me God, Abel. Let go of my fucking arm. I need a little bit of time to processthings.”
His face twisted and his jaw clenched. “Fine.” He let me go and I bolted to mycar.
