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POP!
“Fuck! Ellie get down!” Mark is in front of me in a flash. He pushes us down into a crouch and pulls a gun from his back.Wait, Mark carries a gun!?
POP! POP! POP!
I scream. Glass shatters. My ears ring. I try to focus on Mark’s voice. “Stay down, Ellie. Fuck! You weren’t supposed to be here. Shit shit shit.” Mark starts shooting back. He grabs the small table in front of us and flips it down so we can squat behind it.
So many gun shots. Mark pops his head up and immediately ducks back down. “Fuck, Ellie, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He’s not looking at me as he mutters his apologies. Instead, he’s shooting and hitting multiple men who are storming in, dressed in all black. I hear men crying out, gurgling, moaning. More glass shatters.
A calm settles, though I still hear the ringing in my brain.
Mark turns to look out at the scene again and freezes. He slowly lifts both of his hands in surrender. I see them then, all the boots. Mark pulls me up and wraps one arm behind himself to glue me to him.
“P.” One of the gunmen says under his breath.
“I’m sorry, Ellie. I’m sorry.” Mark whispers to me. Then he straightens, readying himself. He calls out, much louder, “Clear as day, motherfucker.” He lifts his gun to shoot, but he is shot before he can get a bullet off.
“MARK! MARK!” I scream, gripping onto him, trying to hold him up from behind. “Mark, no!”
He falls down on one knee. I kneel down with him, still gripping around his torso as much as I can. I can’t see where he was shot, but I know my hands are wet. I look up, caught in the cold, black eyes of the man who just shot my husband.
There’s a screeching bell in my brain and the whole scene goes fuzzy. Panic takes over my senses.
But I can still feel Mark. Hear him groaning.
“P?” Someone asks.Who is P?
Then I think I hear Mark grit out through his teeth, “Now, Gailo! Just do it!”
In Russian?
Mark speaks Russian? No. But yes, that’s his voice.
I feel the rumble of his deep voice through the haze.
I hear him give the gunman instructions. Instructions I understand because I do speak Russian.
“You have to, Gailo. Now. Shoot her!”
My heart stalls as a searing pain blinds me. Everything fades to black.
CHAPTER 32
Eleanna
OW.
What?
Damn, I’m tired of waking up in pain.
I reach for Mark’s arm over my waist. But I’m not lying down. I feel the ache in my limbs, realizing they’re propped up in a sitting position. My neck and back throb, my head hanging. I lift it, slowly.
“Easy, Eleanna. Easy.” Mark.
“M- Mark?”
“Yes, I’m right here. Right next to you.” He whispers. I wince. “Fuck, are you alright, Ellie? Can you open your eyes?”
