My grip on Vincent was vice. My eyes were clenched and Vincent also had his death grip on me. As if both of us were fearing the bullet, Romano had already shot. I was waiting for the pain, for the shear pain that often knocked breath out of the people. I, indeed heard a scream of pain but I never felt pain.
It was like, the bullet was shot, someone cried in pain but I didn't felt it. I slowly opened my eyes, breathing hard, looking around Vincent but he was fine, untouched, unharmed and I let out a sigh. But as soon as relief washed me, it left even faster. My heart dropped to my stomach as I turned back to see Ali lying on the ground with bullet pierced in his chest. Blood smeared his shirt and I cried out for him.
"Ali!"
I felt my heart freezing and I couldn't breathe. Ali's eyes wer
