Diesel seemed worried as he poked his head out from our cover, and I scrambled after him as he bolted across the room.
Was he stupid?
He couldn’t just run around when bullets had been flying moments before-hand.
“Damnit Diesel. What…,” my gaze fell to the body on the floor, my heart shattering instantly.
The Soldiers were nowhere to be seen, knowing that they’d started a war they couldn’t finish.
They created their own fate when they killed the leader of the Psychos.
I sank to my knees, ignoring the mess from the blood as I tried to stop the flow that was pouring from Slash’s chest, my shaking hands becoming covered in it quickly.
“Diesel, help me,” I choked out, keeping my hands on Slash’s chest as the blood kept seeping from between my fingers.
No one moved to help me, and emotion took over as fat angry tears fell.
“Fucking help me!”
I jerked back as a hand touched my shoulder, and I glared at Skeeter as best as I could through the tears as I realized it was him.
“Why’d you fucking shoot?! You…”
“They fucking shot you, Aurora. They didn’t shoot him on purpose,” he said roughly, my eyes blinking rapidly as I tried to clear the tears from them.
“Then how come he’s fucking dead?!”
His face was full of emotion as he spoke, his voice forced.
“The bullet was meant for you. Razor was heading towards you. He had a clear shot at your head, and Slash blocked it.”
I shook my head.
This wasn’t fucking happening.
“No. No, he can’t… Slash…”
My body went numb and my hands shook badly as the warm blood continued to slip through my fingers.
It felt like someone had their hand around my fucking throat as my chest began to hurt.
Diesel jerked a thumb at Hunter, his voice steady and demanding.
“Get her the fuck out of here, she’s gone into shock.”
Hunter hesitated before slowly reaching for me, seeming relieved as I let him pick me up and carry me out.
I zoned out, ignoring everything around me as my ears rang and my lungs became unbearably tight.
Slash was gone.
All because of me.
Chapter ten
Rory
Hunter took me back to Slash’s, letting me head up to the bedroom by myself for some space while he sat in the kitchen silently.