Bound to my Enemy Chapter 235

Margaret’s body hits the floor and the sound echoes in my head like sothing breaking.

For a second, I can’t move, i just stare as her hands clutch her abdon, her fingers already slick with blood, her face twisted in shock more than pain. Like she doesn’t even understand what just happened to her.

Then everything rushes back at once.

"Margaret!"

My voice tears out of the thought of fthe gun leaves my mind. I’m already moving, already falling to my knees beside her.

The sll hits first... the thick tallic sll of blood.

"Oh my God... oh my God..."

My hands find hers, gripping them tight, like I can anchor her here just by holding on hard enough. Her skin feels warm...too warm and wet.

"Look at ," I say quickly, my voice shaking but urgent. "Margaret, look at ....pl...please."

Her eyes flutter, trying to focus. She finds after a second, and sothing in her expression softens, even now and that almost breaks mw.

Behind , there’s a heavy violent cras and I turn my head sharply to see it’s Zane and Aaron.

They’ve already collided, bodies slamming into the wall with enough force to make the fra shake. Aaron moves fast, faster than I expect for soone I thought was locked away. He throws a punch, wild but strong

Zane blocks it and counters imdiately.

There’s sothing terrifying about the way Zane fights, no wasted movent or hesitation, jus precision and intent.

Aaron stumbles back a step, then cos again but Zane ets him Again anf again.

It’s brutal and violent..but Zane is bette, I can see it even through the fear and the chaos, I know it...I know he will be fine so I So I turn back to Margaret because she needs more.

"Stay with ," I say quickly, my voice breaking now. "Please, just stay with , okay? Everything’s fine. Help is coming. Lucas is coming. You’re going to be fine."

The words feel fragile in my mouth, like they might shatter if I say them too loudly as my hands move to her abdon and that’s when the panic really sets in. There’s blood everywhere, too much of it, so much that it soaks through her clothes, dark and spreading, warm against my fingers.

Three shots.....i rember the sound but luckily only one hit....unfortunately it it hit bad.

"It’s Okay... it’s okay..." I whisper, more to myself than to her. "We’re okay. We’re fine."

I press my hands over the wound, hard. Margaret gasps imdiately, her body tensing under my touch.

"I know," I say quickly, tears blurring my vision. "I know it hurts. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I have to... I have to stop the bleeding."

My hands are slipping, theees so much blood, it just keeps coming and it doesn’t sto

Panic claws up my throat again.

"No, no, no... stay with ," I plead, leaning closer, my forehead almost touching hers. "Don’t you dare go anywhere, do you hear ? You stay right here with ."

Her breathing is uneven now and shallow...

Her grip on my hand tightens weakly, like she’s trying to respond.

"I’m here," I whisper. "I’m right here. You’re not alone."

Behind , another loud crash...a grunt and a curse. But I don’t turn again, I can’t. All I can see is Margaret, all I can feel is the blood soaking through my hands and the thought that if ithat if she slips away right now, i will never forgive myself.

The next gunshot splits the air so hard it feels like it tears straight through my chest.

I flinch hard, my hands still pressed against Margaret, my whole body locking up for half a second.

Then I turn and everything inside drops.

Zane.....He’s going down.

One second he’s on his feet, the next he just... isn’t. His body gives way and hits the floor with a heavy, final sound that echoes louder than the gunshot itself.

"No...."

YI don’t even recognize my own voice.

There’s a figure behind him, dressed in black, gun still raised, smoke curling faintly from the barrel. My heart slams so violently it feels like it might burst.

Then two more shots ring out in quick succession and I snap my head toward the sound.

It’s Lucas and Noah. They’re coming through the door like a storm, guns raised, eyes already locked on targets. Lucas fires again without hesitation, his expression cold and focused in a way I’ve only ever seen a handful of tis.

Noah moves just as fast, stepping in beside him, his shot landing almost at the sa ti.

Aaron jerks and the masked man stumbles.

And it’s lik everything starts moving at once, there’s more footsteps as a flood of ard n pour into the house behind my brothers, filling the space with noise, movent, orders being barked out in low, urgent tones...they brought Backup.

It’s here.....It’s finally here but I don’t feel relief. I don’t feel anything except...Zane.

My head snaps back to him, my vision narrowing, everything else fading out like it doesn’t matter, because right now, it doesn’t.

"NOAH!" I shout, my voice cracking as I look back at Margaret for a split second. "Press the wound. Don’t let up!"

Imdiately he’s next to ...pressing at the wound at the exact spot I was before I’m already running.

My legs feel unsteady, like they might give out under , but I push through it, closing the distance between and Zane faster than I think I ever have in my life.

"Zane..."

I drop to my knees beside him so hard it sends a jolt up my body. My hands hover for a second, afraid to touch him, afraid of what I’ll find. Then I press them against him anyway.

"Zane, look at ," I say quickly, my voice shaking, my hands moving over him, searching. "Hey. Hey, stay with ."

There’s blood, my stomach twists violently, but I force myself to focus and find it....Find where he’s hit and shit! Much like Margaret’s it’s bad.