Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
The gunman goes to kick through another door when he realizes his fucking game is over. His eyes widen, seeing me charging toward him like a fucking bull, and his hand raises, the gun aimed right for my fucking head. But the bastard isn’t going to get away with it that easily.
He pulls the fucking trigger, but I dart to the left, and before he even realizes he missed, I duck low and ram my shoulder straight into his stomach. The force catapults us back into the drywall, and it caves under our weight. I come down on him and get the sweetest satisfaction from the hollow thud of his head hitting the ground.
The gunman tries to fight me off, but I’ve got the upper hand. His arm flies back, still firmly clutching the gun, and I grab his wrist, easily overpowering him.
Tearing the gun out of his hand, I toss it down the hall, far out of his reach, and realize he’s fucking nothing now he doesn’t hold the power. He’s weak. Pathetic.
Dead.
My fist slams into his jaw, and blood shoots from his mouth. Without missing a beat, I wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze, watching him gasp for air as he stares up at me in horror. My hands get tighter and tighter as I think about my little girl and all the other children he’s hurt or traumatized today. He claws frantically at my hands, desperate for oxygen, but his fear only spurs me on.
“Sean,” I hear my name screeched across the ward.
Reluctantly looking up, I find Mel racing toward me with a needle in her hand. She crashes to her knees, catching herself against the gunman’s chest and slamming the needle straight into his neck, narrowly avoiding my hand. “It’s a sedative. It will put him out long enough for the police to get here,” she explains, hastily getting to her feet. “Now, I know you want to kill him, but let go. Gigi needs you.”
My head whips up.
Gigi.
At that, all thoughts of the gunman are gone, and I get up off the fucker and race down to Georgie’s room, my heart beating right out of my fucking chest.
Panic tears at me as I charge through the busted opening of the room. The door is in pieces on the ground. My gaze immediately whips to the bed, finding it drenched in blood, right in the spot I left my little girl.
Fear cripples me as the image of Sara’s blood pooling over the bed haunts me, but I push it away, needing to find my daughter. I frantically look around the room. Supplies from a cupboard are thrown all over the floor, and I follow the blood to the bathroom.
Darting across the room, I reach for the bathroom door and give it a hard pull, but it’s locked, not fucking budging. “Georgie, are you in there, baby girl?” I yell, desperate to find her. “It’s Daddy.”
The click of the door unlocking is like music to my ears, and as the door opens, my stomach sinks finding my little girl standing in the doorway drenched in blood. Horror tears through me, and I drop to my knees, looking her over.
“She’s alright,” I hear a deflated voice deeper in the bathroom.
Looking past Georgie, I gasp as I see Gigi slumped on the cold tiles in her bra. Blood covers her body and face, and she looks as though she’s about to pass out. “Fuck,” I grunt, rushing into the bathroom and dropping down beside her, not knowing the first fucking thing about how to help her.
Her eyes flutter as I touch her, and she tries to give me an encouraging smile, but I’m not fucking buying it. Trying to assess her injuries, I get a good look at her, and from the soaking bandages on her front and back, it’s clear she’s been shot right through her shoulder.
“What do I do?” I ask frantically, the desperation having a fucking choke hold on me.
“I . . . I need to help,” she says with a tear in her eye.
“Gigi,” I demand. “What do I do?”
She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and I resist the urge to fucking shake her. She lets out a soft sigh as her eyes close again, and I see my whole fucking world crumbling all over again. “Daddy, hewlp her,” Georgie begs with big tears in her eyes.
Having no other option, I scoop Gigi up in my arms and run out to the hallway to find the police piling in through the doors with a bunch of doctors and nurses flooding in behind them. They instantly scatter through the ward to offer their help wherever they can.
“HELP,” I roar, desperate for anyone who’ll listen.
A doctor runs straight up to me and takes a look at Gigi. His eyes widen as he recognizes her and orders me to place her down on the bed inside Georgie’s room. “I need an available team in here, now,” he calls out over the noise of the ward.