Robert's body falls to the side, his eyes wide and the color gone from his skin. He hits the ground with a thud I think is going to haunt my nightmares.
This isn't the first time I've shot a person. Far from it. Not even the first time I saw a dead body.
Still, I can't stop the feelings rushing through me, the knowledge that my future is over. I don't have what it takes to get out of this. Even if Aiden is still lingering around in the corners somewhere, which is exactly like him, there is no way this is getting cleaned up before the police get here.
Which means I need to get out of here now...not that it's going to do much good.
My fingerprints are already in the system.
I'm never going to be able to become a lawyer. I'm going to spend the rest of my life rotting in a cell. And I deserve it. I killed a person.
Noah looks up at me, mouth falling open. "Summer, put the gun down, okay?"
I drop the gun like the metal is burning me. "That's the first time in years I've killed someone."
He winces and shakes his head. "No, the people you shot one of the times you escaped died."
A foul taste fills the back of my mouth, my stomach turning.
I lunge for one of the stacks of crates to the side, doubling over and emptying the contents of my stomach. I keep gagging until there's nothing left to bring up.
I thought I only hurt those men before. I didn't think they'd die.
This is going to fuck up my entire future. Everything I've worked for is going to go down the drain. Even if they clean this up the best they can, there's always going to be a moment in my life when this could come back and bite me in the ass.
I turn back to Noah, but it's then that I see the multiple bullet wounds. "You've been shot. What the fuck."
His eyelids are drooping, and he leans back against his forearms, his head tilting back and his eyes on the sky. "Yeah. Head doesn't feel so good. It's going to be fine, though."
"You've been grazed by at least two bullets, and God knows if your stupid ass got shot with another one at some point." I crouch down beside him, pulling away his shirt and trying tolook at his arm before crawling down to his calf and examining the wound there.
Both of them are deep enough to bleed heavily, not to mention the blood he's drenched in after fighting Robert. There's not much I can do for any of it here, and I doubt he'd let me bandage him if I even had the supplies to do so.
And then the gunshots echo through the pier again.
Men and women I know go running by, not a single one of them paying any attention. Their footsteps pound away from us while Noah struggles to sit up a little taller.
Looks like Aiden wasn't listening to me fully when I told him to get out of here.
Or Robert's people don't know he's dead.
If they knew he was dead, would they keep going with this war?
Or are Noah's men meeting my brother's? Is this going to be the fight that ends it all? Am I going to have to say goodbye to the people I love?
I suck a sharp breath, moving to look down at Noah again. When I reach for his shoulders, trying to keep him in the position he's in so he doesn't lose more blood, he rolls away from me.
I follow him, trying to get another look at the graze from a bullet on his arm and the way his nose tips just slightly to the side. "Don't be difficult. This isn't looking good for you at all. You need to go see a doctor."
Noah shoves away my hands, pushing them as he gets to his feet. "I'm fine."
"You're not fine." I try to grab him and force him to slow down, but he dodges me, picking up the gun. "Noah!"
"Enough!" He whips around to look at me, swaying on his feet a little, a wet sheen to his skin. "Summer, this has to end now."
He's lost more blood than I thought he had if he's swaying like that. There has to be more damage that I can't see.
What if there's internal bleeding?
