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A second gunshot snaps me out of my daze. I jump onto the porch, hopping over the railing as Bear runs around to the steps, and I practically rip the front door off the hinges. I stop in the foyer, scanning the front room and the hallway, but she’s not there. Bear whines next to me, and I run down the hallway to her bedroom, flinging the door open as my gaze flies over the space.
Where the fuck is she?
Spinning around, my heart stops beating, and I fall to my knees. She’s on the floor at the end of the island, so pale and lying in a pool of blood. A man dressed all in black is on top of her, and I pull my gun out of my waistband, push off the floor, and rush over to them. Kneeling down next to her, I shove him off her, ready to unload my clip, but just one look and I know he’s already gone. Brown, lifeless eyes stare back at me, and I toss him aside, more concerned about my girl.
Digging my phone out of my pocket, I dial nine one one as I feel for a pulse. It’s faint as fuck but I think it’s there.
“Nine one one, what’s your emergency?” the monotone voice says, and I take a deep breath, my heart smashing against my ribcage, pain radiating through my body with each beat.
“My fiancée. She’s been shot. I need an ambulance.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own as I stare down at the love of my life and run my hand over her hair, begging a God I’m not sure that I believe in to not take her from me, too.
“Yes, sir. What’s the address?”
I rattle off Ali’s address, and she instructs me to stay on the line but I don’t care. I end the call and toss my phone aside, and I grab her hand and hold it in mine.
“Logan,” she whispers, her eyes still closed, and my heart jumps.
“Yeah, Baby. I’m right here. You’re going to be okay,” I tell her, hoping that I’m telling her the truth. I can’t do this without her.
“I love you.” Her eyes crack open, allowing me a split second of her gorgeous blue gaze before they flutter closed again.
“I know, Sweetheart. The ambulance is going to be here soon. You’re going to be okay.”
She moans in pain, and I mutter a curse, looking over her body as I wonder if I should be doing anything. Blood is still oozing out of her arm, and I reach up onto the counter, grabbing a towel and tying it as tight as I can around her wound. She jerks and cries out in pain, and I apologize again and again as I make sure it’s tight enough.
“You have to say it back,” she says, and I shake my head.
“I’ll say it when they get you all fixed up.”
She cracks open her eyes, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she looks up at me. “You have to say it now. If I don’t… You have to say it.”
“Shh,” I say, leaning down and cradling her face. “You’re not leaving me, do you hear me? You’re staying right here, and we’re spending the rest of our lives together.”
She nods, her eyes drifting closed again.
“Look at me, Baby. Keep looking at me.”
“I’m cold, Logan,” she responds, and I can barely hear her. Desperation taking over, I lift her into my arms and apologize again as she cries out.
“Is that better?” I ask when she’s securely in my lap, and she nods. She peeks up at me again, and I can tell that I’m losing her. Where the fuck is that ambulance?
“I found my wedding dress,” she whispers, and I smile through the tears building in my eyes.
“You did? I can’t wait to see you wear it, Kitten.”
A dreamy little smile stretches across her face as her eyes close again. “I think we should get married at the cabin, down by the lake.”
“Yeah, Baby. That sounds perfect.”
“Can’t wait to be your wife,” she says, her voice fading, and I panic, shaking her a little.
“Ali! Baby, you gotta keep those gorgeous eyes on me. I need you to stay with me, Sweetheart. I need you.”
She opens her eyes and reaches up with her good arm, running her fingers down my cheek. “The moment I met you, I knew you were going to steal my heart.”
“Don’t you dare say good-bye to me right now, Kitten. Do you hear me? I’m going to still be spanking your ass when we’re eighty and you decide to give me lip.”
