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What the fuck?
I glanced over at Quinn, and the red stain on his pale blue jacket was getting bigger and bigger. Blood was covering his right hand. Shit. Fuck.
We needed the police and an ambulance. Now.
I slowly put my hands down, then reached for my phone in my pocket.
“Don’t move!” Frankie shouted and fired again.
I grabbed my head as more glass fell over us. And I prayed that someone nearby had heard the shots and dialed 911.
Then Valen spoke so low that I barely heard the words. “I hit the SOS alert; police are on the way. Keep talking to him. We need to distract him so I can get a clear shot.”
“Frankie! Stop! Please,” I pleaded, and Frankie focused on me again. “I r-remember. I remember m-meeting you. All of it. I remember how special you were. Are.”
“I knew it!” Frankie shouted as he stared at me, holding the gun with two shaky hands. “I knew you loved me! And you got my messages? And the flowers?”
“Yes, I did. T-thank you,” I managed to reply, my voice shaky.
“That’s just the beginning. Now that you’re back, we can be together again. We’re meant for each other. Right, Iain? The last time I saw you, you felt it, too. You invited me backstage after the show. You wanted me.”
“Yes, t-that’s right. I did.”
My stomach was churning with nausea and fear, thinking about how close I came to being alone with this man.
“But then you brushed me off!” Frankie yelled. “Why didn’t you take me home? That’s all I wanted!”
I heard the wail of sirens in the distance. My phone began to ring.
“And then I saw that picture of you and him! That stupid bodyguard!” Frankie roared. “He wants you. But he can’t have you. He can’t. He’s not here, and I am. Me!”
“Yes, you are,” I choked out, my body shaking so hard my teeth rattled.
“Come here, Iain. Right now! Or I’ll kill both of your bodyguards!” Frankie screamed. “And shut that fucking phone off!”
“Okay, I’m going to sit up and take out my phone. Then I’ll walk over to you. Okay?”
Slowly, I got off the ground and reached for my phone. My hands were shaking so hard that after I managed to get the phone out of my pocket, I dropped it. The phone skidded on the pavement toward Frankie.
Oh shit, now what?
Frankie stared at my phone for a moment, then he reached for it.
It was a split second.
Another shot rang out, and I jolted, shutting my eyes until I heard Valen yelling.
When I finally opened them, I saw Frankie lying on the ground and Valen, with his gun drawn, headed toward him.
Oh my fucking God.
“Iain, put pressure on Quinn’s wound! Now!” Valen ordered.
I finally snapped out of my daze and threw off my jacket, pressing it to Quinn’s shoulder. Then I noticed the grey pallor in Quinn’s usually ruddy face.
“It’s okay,” I murmured, unsure if it ever would be. “It’s okay.”
Was Frankie dead?
