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“We have to do something,” Milo begs Lana.
She rips a part of her shirt from her waistline and binds it around me, sealing my wound. “It’s soaking right through. Dammit.”
“We have to get him out of here,” Milo says.
BANG!
They duck for cover, hovering over me to protect me.
“Why did you do it?” Lana whispers into my ear. “Why did you protect me?”
“Because I love you. And I protect the people I love.”
I can feel the tears falling down onto my hair, the cold droplets soothing the pain just a little, taking the edge off things.
“Please …” she murmurs.
Her whole body begins to quake against me, and she leans over to grasp my knives and tucks them into her own pocket. Then she slips out from underneath me and tells Milo, “Keep watch over him. Don’t let him die.”
Milo nods.
“What are you going to do?” I mutter and lean up to look at her march straight toward Romeo, her head held high, knives at the ready. Like a goddamn motherfucking angel of revenge.
“Protect the peopleIlove.”
* * *
Lana
I shakeoff all of the drugs and focus on the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Pure hatred drives me as I run toward Romeo.
Shots fire past my head, and I bolt from left to right to avoid all of them.
A knife whips past me, and I glance over my shoulder to see Caleb covering for me. I focus on getting to Romeo, ignoring the other guards headed in my direction.
“Stay away from me!” Romeo yells.
“You messed with the wrong bitch,” I growl as I run right at him. “You touch my friends, you fucking die!”
I chuck two knives at his face, and he dodges them, so I chuck the third at his knee. He groans when it lodges into his flesh, and he collapses from the pain. Just in time for my knee to hit his nose.
CRACK!
Blood pours from his face, and I ram my fourth knife straight into his back.
He yelps and cries out in pain.
“Get away from me, you bitch!” He attacks me with his own knife, swiping it from left to right like a madman.
One cut slices through my arm, but I ignore the pain and grasp his wrist instead, bending it until it snaps and breaks.
“FUCK!”
The knife falls to the floor, and I pick it up and jam it into his belly, pulling it through.
He falls to the floor, bleeding everywhere, and I perch myself on top of him.
A knife comes out of nowhere, and he tries to ram it into my thigh, but I grasp that arm too and slowly bring his own knife back to his face.
