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“The fuck!” the man behind me screamed, momentarily too stunned to remember to hold onto me, so his hand left my hair.

I had enough presence to roll away, to put some distance between us.

But for a moment, I was frozen, forgetting all about the gun.

Across from me, my mom’s mouth was open, screaming something. I had to shake my head to think straight, to hear right.

“Run!”

Even as she said it, the man’s attention turned to her.

His hand was reaching into his jacket.

Which reminded me of the special pocket in the one I was wearing.

“No!” I shrieked as I saw the flash of metal, as my hand closed around my borrowed gun, as I slid my finger to the trigger, aimed, and shot.

Again.

And again.

And again.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Savannah

I watched as the man’s body jolted, teetered, then fell to his knees, then onto his face. The same way his friend had fallen.

It wasn’t until I felt a hand slamming down on top of mine that I realized we suddenly weren’t alone anymore.

The hand pushed until the gun was aimed at the floor, then pulled it from my hand as my gaze finally lifted.

And there he was.

My knight-in-shining-armor.

Nino.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said, voice calm. Overly so. Like someone used when talking to a scared or injured animal. “Let me have the gun,” he said.

As if snapping back to myself, my fingers loosened, and the gun dropped into his hand.

“Oh, God. Oh, my God,” I said, rocking. “I killed him,” I gasped.

“No,” Nino said.

“What do you mean no? I saw him fall. He’s dead.”

“Yes, he’s dead. But I killed him.”

“What? No. I shot him.”

“You shot… at him,” another voice said, making me look past Nino to see Dante smirking at me. “I think you might have put a dent in his fingering game, but Nino was the one to take him out.”

“But… oh,” I said, mind slowly catching up.

The gunshots.

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