Nora’s POV
“Shot him? What the hell did you make me do?!!” I screamed, letting go of my hold on his shirt and pushing him out of my way. He staggered, but he was quick enough to steady his stand before he could fall.
“Sir!” I heard his men shout, rushing to him like loyal dogs wagging their tails at their owners.
Breathing heavily with tears streaming down my eyes, I rushed to where Liam’s lifeless body was. I knelt beside him, hurriedly tearing the polythene his face was covered with. As I did, I was praying silently – hoping it wasn’t Liam, hoping that I was being pranked.
My hands shook as I ripped the plastic bag away from his face.
There he was – pale, still, bloodied with pain etched on his face.
My hands grabbed his cheeks, patting them with my trembling hands
